I CANNOT WAIT. In the meantime, here is my contribution:


She gets Zee's attention with a light touch on the back of her hand, and in the darkness Lass sees her silhouette turn ever so slightly, away from the barricaded door. The conversation is conducted in whispers.

Lass asks, "You okay?"

Zee replies, "Yeah."

"Your wound."

"'S fine. 'S nothing."

But when Lass touches Zee's shoulder she feels wetness, and Zee inhales sharply.

"You're such a liar," Lass murmurs.

"Yeah, well..."

"Stay still."

So Zee keeps her gun pointed at the door as Lass tears her shirt, and outside the werewolves continue to scratch at the walls and howl.


...SORRY BB. YOU CAN GIVE ME AN INJURY IF YOU WANT.