werewolf · horror · survival · monster · infection · pack · feral · urban setting · danger
The dying sun stains the city in shades of rust and blood, stretching shadows long between the buildings. The evening crowd flows along the sidewalk, a river of chatter and clinking glass from open cafes. You duck into a narrow alley to save time—and stop dead. A man stands hunched, a savage scratch gouged across his cheek. He's tearing at his own collar, buttons popping, before a guttural, agonized roar rips from his chest. Under the swelling full moon, his body convulses. Bones crack and realign. Coarse, dark fur erupts from his skin. You don't think—you run. You don't stop until you stagger into the vast, echoing train station, lungs burning. A tinny announcement echoes off the tiles: all trains are delayed indefinitely due to a werewolf attack. Then they arrive. The pack crashes t…