I Became A Zompirewolf

In the meantime... at an unknown location.

The sound of hasty footsteps echoed in the empty alleyway. A woman who appeared to be in her mid-twenties was rushing somewhere, while periodically looking behind her shoulder... as if someone was following her.

Even though there was no one in the abandoned alley apart from her, in the woman's line of work anything could happen at any time. Especially, if someone found out she was a human in disguise. If that secret got out, she couldn't even imagine the things the werewolves would do to her.

If she was lucky, they would feast on her, while she was alive. But if she wasn't... then she would be begging someone to kill her. However, if she managed to cross the territory without being noticed, the resistance would have a chance to fight back against the vampires and werewolves.

As for the undead... they'll figure how to get rid of them later.

'I have to get out of here before the scent covering my tracks wear off.' The black-haired woman thought and broke in a run, 'Almost there!'

At the end of the alley, the woman dropped down to her knees and started looking for something. But before she could find anything, suddenly the dark alley was flooded with light. With the light came an unparalleled feeling of despair as she had never felt before.

Even though nothing had happened to her yet, she could feel her life slipping away. That was the kind of fear she had of ones standing behind her.

"I told you I smell a rat." A feminine voice echoed.

"You tell loads of useless things. Do you expect us to take a note of everything?" A stronger and hoarse male voice retorted.

"Cut it out you two. It's too early for me to listen to your idiotic bickering again." A peculiarly squeaky but masculine voice could be heard in the alley.

"Yeah, let the captain do his thing... then do me later." Yet another female spoke up, "Treat me like a-"

"Shut it or we might need to start looking for another member." The man with a squeaky voice said again, "As for you, I will recommend that you give yourself up to us before we do something you'll regret."

The woman from earlier raised her hands over the head and slowly turned around. She knew her game was over, but she needed to help her comrades... that was the least she could do for them. the woman slowly began to cover her escape route back as it was.

She was supposed to climb down the sewer and swim back to the resistance hideout. But now that she had been busted, she had to at least buy enough time for her people who had been hiding in the sewer.

The woman, tried her best but as she was doing that, an arrow pierced right through her shoulder, followed by her shrieking scream of agony.

"These fcking retards... they never listen. Dim the lights, let her see her friends." the squeaky voice echoed again.

The woman looked towards them, wanting to know just which group was going to be responsible for her death. Instead what she saw, made her break down crying... The ones she had been trying to protect... her people... her comrades... all of them were already dead and their severed head was being dangled in front of her.

Their bodies had been replaced by pikes, as fresh blood dripped through the steel staff. Their eyes were still open, depicting their last expressions of pain, and suffering at the hands of the werewolves.

"Man... we started ignoring these resistance bastards to focus on the vamps and these pussies began thinking they can get away with anything?" A young girl with two braided pink pigtails walked up to her, "Oh my... Cap! She's a cutie. Can I keep her? Please! please! please?"

In her hands was a pink bow and red arrows, it was clear as the sky above them that she had been the one to shoot the arrow at the human.

"No can do, Miya. She clearly knows some secrets that's why she was in a hurry to leave." The man who was being referred to as the Captain by others came into the woman's vision, "On top of that, we have a contract to fulfil. Once the interrogators were done with her, then I may request them to hand her over to you. Is that okay?"

Unlike his squeaky voice, the captain's physique could not have been more barbaric. The blonde guy was covered in battle scars from the head to the toe and numerous tattoos. It was to the point that it was confusing to say which ones were tattoos and which ones were scars.

With a build like his, people would have expected him to carry a cannon strapped onto his back. But surprisingly, he was carrying a bunch of knives.

"They'll break her for sure! Who would want to play with a broken toy!?" Miya pointed her tongue towards the captain and stormed back to where she was.

"This girl..." Cap sighed, "Well, I forget she is only a kid despite her age. Diablo, get this bitch in the truck and let's get going. I kinda need that money for a new tattoo."

"Aye aye, boss." The man with an extraordinarily masculine voice said as he got out of the car.

His voice was the only thing heavy about him. Other than that, he was practically a brown-haired dwarf. He was so short, that it made everyone wonder how the heck was he even able to drive a car in the first place.

"Come on, let's get going." Diablo, the dwarf, was about to drag the human away when Scarlet, the vice-captain of their squad stopped him.

"Wait. Something's not right... Diablo GET BACK!"

All of them simultaneously jumped back and as they did, the woman exploded. With bits and pieces of her splattered all over them and the alley.

"I told you! We should have sedated her first! These resistance bastards are treating their people like expendable toys!" The flaming redhead, Scarlet yelled at Diablo as usual, "How are supposed to find their hideout now?"

"Relax... she wasn't the last one in the city working for the resistance. I'm sure there are more of those bastards in Contingent. We just need to be vigilant and they'll eventually make another mistake." Cap flexed his neck before walking back to their vehicle, "Get a report made and submit a report about what happened today... damn! How am supposed to get the tattoo now?"

"You and your tattoos..." The rest of them shook their heads and got busy cleaning up.