Half-transformed, Veronica was about six and half feet tall, covered in thick fur of gray and silver and black, and well equipped with teeth and claws while still retaining hands to hold her gun. Her claws weren't as long as Andy's, and he doubted she could talk with her head in this lupine configuration, but if there was a shape built for fighting this was it.
She shoved him along, and he didn't try to fight it. Her gun was out, held in one clawed hand, and she alternated between moving away from the stairwell and looking back to see what might come out of it. If the sign in the stairwell was correct, this was the third floor.
A massive wolf slammed through the door of the stairwell. It was darker than Veronica, its fur nearly black, and it snarled in a way that echoed out for blood through every vein in Andy's body. Right, time to go, he thought, and raced ahead. Behind him, Veronica stood firm and raised her pistol. She fired off three shots, and then the other wolf was half-transformed as well, and they were half-grappling and half-clawing at each other.
The silver bullets must have done their work, because the werewolf staggered and half-collapsed, giving Veronica a brief moment to snatch her gun back up and chase after Andy, gesturing for him to precede her. He took the hint and ran, pounding along the laminate floor tiles. There was a window up ahead, and with the stairwell blocked...
He had no idea if this was Veronica's plan, but it was definitely his.
He leapt at the last moment, put his long-clawed fingers and toes in front of him, and exploded through the glass and out into empty air.
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