What to do about a Werewolf that has bitten one of your employees?
Lock it in your secret survival bunker until something can be figured out!
Quartermaster seemed content to just ignore the thing for now.
Gwen was the only one who wanted to deal with it.
She approached the door with a loaded revolver, listening for the sounds of a raving beast.
There was nothing.
David appeared from the darkness at her shoulder.
"Let me handle it."
His cold fingers snagged the weapon from her hands.
She skipped a few steps away from her coworker.
"I'll get the door."
Gwen threw the bolt and hauled the heavy steel portal open.
David aimed and fired.
6 times until the revolver clicked on empty.
There was a thin man curled up on the floor in a spreading pool of blood.
David didn't miss one shot, every bullet had found its mark.
He handed the gun back to Gwen and stalked up to the body.
"Looks dead to me."
Gwen reloaded the revolver with a speed-loader, snapping the cylinder shut with practiced ease.
"Don't be fooled."
Quartermaster stepped from a deeper pool of shadows with a gleaming silver machete in place of his hook.
"Unless those were silver bullets?"
He eyed Gwen for a second before walking past her, heading for David and the curled up body.
David stood aside as Quartermaster brutally decapitated the prone man.
No more Werewolf.