Chapter Two- Lone Wolf

As the wolf traveled down the some 6 flights of stairs, he couldn't bear to roll his eyes at his daily commute before eventually reaching the bottom floor and out the door.

If it were up to me, I know for a fact I wouldn't be in this situation . . . Being dead sucks . . . I actually don't know what I am at this point, I look like I came from a cheap horror movie, ya know? I guess someone could call me half dead, I wouldn't blame you.

As the wolf moseyed his way away from the home, even if every second his worry was worsening, he had to push on. His grip on the 50 caliber pistol loosened as he slowly walked into a hoard of the undead, slowly the fear somehow went away and in the moment he was doing nothing but slowly walking. With a heart beat of only one beat per minute, Wolford fit right in with the dead, though he had to admit he was a bit frightened by it all, he knew he should've gotten used to it all by now.

As I said before, Being dead really sucks. Personally I think it's kind of funny to look at other mammals who have it way worse than me. It's kinda sad too but I mean at least I can walk correctly, a bit slowly at best but still. I've been here for a year and still have nobody but myself to talk to, I really want that to change.

And as the lone wolf continued to walk among the walkers he almost thought he could hear a song the wolf loved dearly in his head. As the hospital came into view, left derelict and slowly decaying, he looked up at it as he saw all of the broken glass in the windows and a busted open door he looked at his own wounds, even though they were dried and had almost no effect on him, Wolford had an urge to sew the half dead rotting flesh back together to properly heal.

As he stood in front of the hospital, there was another lone wolf among them, quite literally as well. In a high up floor of the decaying building was another wolf, who was currently rummaging through the medical supplies, putting anything of use in her purse. She had been a survivor of a search party sent out to find supplies and bring it back to the burrows where it was safe, though her partners weren't so lucky, as of now it's been her third week in zombie central, using her significant survival skills to her advantage as a means to fend off the dead.

Though she had taught herself to be primed and alert at any second she currently had a single earbud in her right ear, listening to one of her favorite songs as well, simply named "Sally's Song", a theme from a long lost movie she had found with the IPaw she was listening to it on, unknown to her, this particular version was made by Fiona Apple.

As she carefully put a bottle of cleaning alcohol in her purse she was only doing it by default, in her mind the wolf was going through many things, having lost her lover in the search party she was mourning it deeply, she always seemed to not get the memo with males considering she always made every mistake in the book when dating, this male understood that well, he was sweet and most importantly he was very superstitious.

In fact it was him who had told her the story of a rogue sniper, how he was saved by them once and continued to suggest that he was not a myth made by lone survivors. She however, did not believe these ridiculous stories, saying that not even she could survive in the city for that long, nor would anyone want to at all.

Though now, she seemed to wish that it was the truth and most importantly, wished that he was still by her side to tell his stories as they further fell in love, unfortunately that time was over.

As Catherine continued to rummage through medical supplies she huffed at the revelation that her bag was indeed full, filled with bandages, antibiotics and assorted medicines that she, with her medical degree, could sort out easily. The female wolf turned around, satisfied with her decent catch but she knew that couldn't last long considering she had to continue to her destination, the border wall between the city and the semi safe zone.

As she took a glance from the window, her smile disappeared immediately. They had found her, about fifty walkers stumbled in front of the building, accompanied by one savage wolf, a high priority target. As she grabbed her pistol she planned to sneak past the walkers, slowing her heartbeat as a means to simply walk past the dead. Carefully stepping down the steps of the hospital she met the hoard much quicker than she had anticipated, quickly hiding, she observed as the zombified corpses groaned, growled and stumbled past her, in her seamless panic she forgot about the wolf until the moment it walked past her.

The savage stopped, his decaying face scrunching up as he did so, Catherine held a scream in her muzzle by covering her mouth as the savage looked directly at her, his savage eyes going into a deep deep stare as she continued breathing quicker and quicker through fear.

The savage's sudden halt drew the attention of all the walkers next to it, who now too were looking at her with their tilted heads, the standoff lasted for what seemed like hours before finally one of the walkers began slowly walking over to her, growling and baring its teeth.

She raised her silenced weapon and fired a single shot to the hip, therefore immobilizing the target. That wasn't a very smart choice, the walker let out a loud yell, alerting the hoard of her presence among them, her breathing went to normal for a few seconds as she realized her fatal error and prepared for the fight for her life.

AN: Finally! After almost two years I'm actually posting this story! Hopefully y'all who are reading are enjoying it so far! This was one of my first stories that I wrote way back when during online schooling, hopefully you like Wolford and Catherine so far! And if you're wondering about SWAT I'm . . . Working on it right now, a lot of stuff was kind of just thrown in my face recently and I've been fighting some nasty writer's block on top of it. But I'm posting this for y'all just to let ya know I'm alive! Just do expect updates on this to be a bit sporadic, but anywho I should stop rambling! See ya later.

A Laughing Wolf