"He found you"
Staring out into the harsh wind and snow from her shabby front door, a toothbrush clenched between her teeth, she could smell him. Snow and air of freezing temperature blew in and swirled around her lean frame, which was trembling and over-tense. But not from the cold.
The poison that she just injected, that was now running through her veins, usually rendered her curled up, shaking in bed clutching herself and biting down on something, this time a toothbrush. But she could smell him. And as Ginger confirmed, as she breathed in her ear; he had found her.
One hand crept up to tear at her hair, the other removed the toothbrush. Fear urged her outside, down the steps and onto the road, where a snow covered car was waiting for her. But she knew that would be there. A ginger man with thick black glasses was visible behind the frosted window. She entered the car, just like before. And just like before, just as the guy turned around to face her, a shadow flitted past. It was happening again. Panic rising, she tried to get out of the car but the doors were locked. She realized she was strapped in place.
CRASH. A wolfen creature had smashed through the window, the small space only allowing down to its chest to enter. It attacked the man, fastening its jaws around his neck and shaking him like a doll, snarling and growling while the man screamed and choked. She was screaming, watching the unfortunate victim be torn apart. Blood splattered on her face, on her lips…
The wolf stopped. It looked at her. Silence fell. Then it spoke to her in a low, broken voice. "Wake up, Bridgette."
Gingers voice.
*
Bridgette sat bolt upright, wide eyes screening the room for her sister and wolfen creatures. Nothing. The old hospital room was the same as always; dark, depressing, colourless and devoid of any character or life.