Prelude: Dort baym breg fun veldl (Anna)
Anna goes about her gruesome task methodically, in many cases opening another wound on a corpse, but there were a few wounded or dazed Nazis whose life she ended.
Then she heard a deep growl. Her hairs stood up on the back of her neck and she turned around. A few feet away from her, hunkered down on a large rock was another nazi, in a captain's uniform. He was crouching atop the rock, his left hand down for balance, his right hand half raised. He cocked his head and then he growled again, a deep, grumbling noise that sounded as if it came from the depths of hell itself
And then he changed.
His uniform tore open over his swelling arms and legs, fingers lengthened, hair sprouted from his face - and this face grow larger and longer, his bared teeth showing elongated canines.
17:22, Today: Warmaster, on behalf of Anna Friedman, rolled 2,-1 using d8-2,d6-2, rerolling max with rolls of 4,1. Spirit v. fear.
17:24, Today: Warmaster, on behalf of Anna Friedman, rolled 7 using 1d20+2, rerolling max with rolls of 5. Fear Table
Anna is Vulnerable! The Wehrwolf has +2 to attack and damage until her next turn.
Anna froze, her eyes wide. She wanted to scream, but all she could manage was a tiny squeak. Something inside of her yelled Shoot it! at her, something else "RUN!", but the loudest voice in her head whimpered "I don't want to die" over and over again.
The wolfman launched himself from the rock and sprinted toward her. Somehow she managed to bring up her rifle and fire a shot, but either she missed or the creature didn't mind. He - it? - slammed into her, claws tearing through her coat and into her side.
"Ⱥղժ ղօա į'ӀӀ ҽąէ վօմ" the thing growled into her face, and opened his mouth wide. All Anna could see was teeth.
Then the weight was gone from her.
"YOU LEAVE HER ALONE!" Mordechai was there, swinging one of the discarded rifles like a bat, slamming it into the thing's head and upper body, again and again and again.
Something else grabbed her and Anna turned around - and saw Adam. Wounded, clearly, his left arm hanging limp and at a weird angle, his face covered in cuts and bruises, his eyes pleading for her to come with him.
Later, she would recall that it had been that look on Adam's face that snapped her out of it. She scrambled to her feet, just in time to see the creature duck under another swing of Mordechai, then it was upon him. It didn't waste time announcing its intentions, closing its jaws around Mordechai's neck, blood spraying everywhere.
Mordechai started to scream, but then it turned into a sickening gurgling sound and he fell to the ground.
Now it was Anna's time to grab Adam.
"RUN!"
And they did. Anna didn't know where to run to, but she just ran into the darkness, Adam stumbling behind her, whimpering from the pain he must have felt from his broken arm.
Her first instinct was to go back to the camp, but no, too dangerous, the beast might slay them all. There would have to be some other way. They kept running downhill, as fast as they could.
She couldn't hear it, but felt it in her heart. The wolfman hunted them now, it was after them, playing with them. Then she heard the howl. Triumphant, gleeful. And close. So very close.
She fell against a tree out of breath. Adam stopped next to her an instant later. In the light of the full moon, she could see his face pale. He bent over and vomited over a tree stump, then slumped down. He pulled a grenade from his coat and nodded his chin at her.
Anna shook her head, but again he nodded and pointed for her to go on.
Another howl, it sounded as if it came from the trees just behind them.
Adam readied the grenade and gave her a grim look.
Anna pressed her lips together and ran into the darkness, further down. Moments later, she heard a loud scream of pain and defiance, followed by an explosion. But she kept running, not looking back.
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