The Apocalypse

What Happened

David woke up with a soar head as if people were drilling at it. He couldn't remember much from last night except one thought, one word werewolf. The word was still going around in his head, it still didn't feel real, it was more like a dream.

He would've believed that until he realised where he was, in a hay bed with no sheets, just one in a row of about several like some sort of dungeon. The room was big but dull, it was completely wooden with a few rays of light coming through tiny crevices between the planks. There was no door, at least not one that he could see, and cages metal bar cages with dents like something big was stored in their. This unerved David even more so than he already was, especially after what had happened.

David had waited about half an hour for somehing to happen, and still nothing had, even for crow to caw, a small breeze he just wanted a sign of some sort of life. He felt like a lonely bird on a pirch waiting for someone to come and comfort him, but nobody did.

All of a sudden he realised something, that black weird shaped box in the corner, wasn't a box. 'It's that thing again' David's thoughts froze him solid, did it take him here? And if so why?

He wasn't sure if it had seen him, he hoped not but he knew nothing about the, 'werewolf', which is what he has taken to calling them. He didn't know what they smelt, what they saw, if they had a sixth sense.

It slowly walked towards him, it had heavy footsteps and walked on the two legs so naturally. It's black fur gleaming with sweet, it's blood thirsty eyes gazing into his. He was sure this was the end for him.

Only about an inch to cover the gap between the. It now stood directly above David, he could hear his heart beating, dum, dum, dum,dum. 

It lunged straight for his neck with surgical precision, it felt like two blades stabbing his neck. Little did David know that was going to be his last thougt's as a 'normal'.