Standing before her, tall and foreboding, was her supposed doctor... His eyes briefly widened behind his long curtain of hair. Muscles bulged under his white coat, smoothly tracing every crevice of his body, slightly wavering in the ventilation wind. She breathed out a breath she didn't know she was holding. Her heart did jumping jacks at the sight of the man... leaving her breathless and bothered. The doctor groaned, "Oh, you've got to be fucking kidding me..." ------------------------ A woman awakens chained to her own grave. She knows who she is and experiences brief memories of her past but not of how she got here. Alone and to her own devices... She is introduced to a world different from what she remembers. Werewolves are known worldwide, a pandemic rages on, and she has no reason to be alive. All the woman can do is hope she isn't killed for simply smelling bad.
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