A black-furred werewolf wanders the streets. The beast cannot remember why he is here, and not some securely locked room or patch of forest. His human Other must've changed without warning right outside the airport. These streets he's on are littered with scorched dead bodies, burned or slashed cleanly; the animal, lacking human reasoning, is hopelessly confused by this. The smell is horrible enough to make him gag; he breathes through his mouth instead.
His ear twitches; he hears voices! Turning around with a start, he sees some person clad in shiny metal, a squat, blue sort of creature, and most astounding of all, the bones of a dead man walking and talking! He drops to all fours, and creeps closer, fur bristling in fear and bewilderment.
