Requirement(s) :

Dylan got bit in the radio hut/You didn't cut Dylan's hand off

Scrapyard: Dylan

Dylan came to a makeshift garage, made of corrugated steel that looked like a strong wind would be enough to blow it over ) in which he found a large button.

"Big button… begging to be pressed. Here we go," he muttered to himself, pressing it.

A loud screeching noise rang out as the large gate outside of the shelter opened.

They walked and walked for a few minutes when a loud crack sounded out from above Dylan. One of the large overhead lights had activated and subsequently blew out.

"AAAAH! " Dylan yelled out. "Sorry. That was scary."
"We're being chased by literal monsters and that is what scares you?"

"Yeah. Both are scary." The noise could attract said monsters.

"Dylan! Look. Over there!" Kaitlyn called out. Dylan looked in the direction of where she was pointing.
Not too far away stood a large yellow crane which held a fairly intact car high in the air.

"You ever use a crane before?"

"No. But I was a bit of a legend in the arcade on the claw game back home. The other kids called me the grabber,"

"Uh… might wanna rethink that one," Kaitlyn grimaced.

"Yep uh… now that I hear it. Anyways, I've got this. "

The car slammed down on top of the werewolf, that had only been inches from Kaitlyn.

He slumped back into the chair. All of his energy, starting to drain from his body. He looked down at his hand. His left hand no longer had a bite mark. Oh shit. That meant Kaylee hadn't been the one that had bit him. He should have listened to his gut. The sense of foreboding, he had felt upon entering the scrapyard. He thought at first he might die here. Instead he was going to become one of those things now. He had put Kaitlyn in the path of danger.

He could feel it. Crawling and clawing it's way up inside him, gearing to take control. All Dylan wanted was to protect Kaitlyn and keep her safe from himself.

He was very much aware of what it wanted.

He knew they should have cut off his hand.

The change, he could feel it. He tried to fight against it as it began tugging at his consciousness, trying to take over. His senses were on fire. Every sound amplified, every scent. He felt a hunger gnawing at him, a primal urge that was impossible to ignore.

He lifted his body half-way out the seat, as he struggled against it. He could hear Kaitlyn's footsteps tapping against the stairs as she climbed. He didn't have enough strength to close the cabin door, his movements sluggish, as he tried to press the button.

He was very well aware what it wanted to do to her. He tried tapping his leg, to not think of the pain coursing through his body, trying to rid himself of the unpleasant thoughts.

Just give in.

No. Not until she's safe. Away from me.

Everyone leaves you. you can get rid of her before he leaves you like everyone else. You make people leave. You want to taste her, rip her flesh, taste her blood.

NO!

The pain was so unbearable now, he could feel it spreading, white hot through his veins.
"Dylan." She didn't understand what was happening at first. She couldn't stand seeing him like this. She wished there was something she could do for him. She'd stay with him. That's what she'd do. She thought maybe with him it'd be different.

He could hear her heartbeat, as she hovered over him. See it pulse behind the blue vein in her neck. He wanted to sink his teeth in. Just a little taste.

"Just go. You have to go." He didn't want to be alone. He was afraid. But he had to make her go. He's more afraid of what he will do.

"No. I'm not leaving you."

"Get the fuck out."

"No. Dylan, I'm not..."

"Fuck off. GET OUT!"

"No, no. But..." She had never heard him raise his voice like that. She fled. Out of the crane's cabin, down the stairs.

"Go. Go. FUCKING RUN! RUN AWAY KAITLYN. GET AWAY FROM ME!"

Every intrusive thought, every aggressive, disturbing thing that flashes across his mind that he would never speak, that he would never even think invaded his mind.

The last thing he see's is Kaitlyn descending down the stairs, running toward the scrapyard gate as his vision starts to fade.

The last thing he felt was his bones cracking, and his skin splitting, the last thing he heard were ear piercing screams, his own screams, as he sank to his knees.