"My first lycanthropy case." The guy was psycho, but it
didn't matter, he was immune to Z–phage. He'd be
another lab rat to experiment on. Maybe they'd give her a
break and poke him instead, giving her injection bruises
time to heal. Still, he was mentally ill and needed her
help.
Mansfield chuckled. "More like lupus or rather Canis
lupus."
Dirk corrected. "Homo sapiens lupus."
She rolled her eyes and huffed, "Can I change rooms?
Maybe one with a view?"
Dirk gave her a seductive gaze. "Actually, my view is
stunning."
Her knees weakened and her voice disappeared. For once in
her life, she had no smart–ass comeback.
Mansfield smiled. "All other rooms are reserved for the
undead." He unlocked her door and dragged her out. "Time for
your daily shower."
"Hey, take me along. I don't mind sharing a shower with
the doc." Dirk winked at her.
Had he forgotten that he was strangled with a torture
collar, locked up in a rat cage and oh yeah, the outside
world overrun by zombies? It wasn't the time to flirt.
As Mansfield escorted her out, she twisted around and
glared at Dirk. "Bite me!"
"I promise." He cupped his hands over his mouth and
howled.
Damn real. She pulled away from Mansfield. "Great, I'm
stuck in a psych ward."
****
Dirk paced his sealed prison cell. He sniffed. The stench
of rotting flesh seeped through the walls. This fucking
place was infested with zombies. They must be keeping a
zombie zoo. One breach and they'd be overrun. Soon the hot
little brunette would fall prey to the zombies. He needed an
escape plan. ASAP.
The soldier that escorted Jaeger out had the virus. The
soldier reeked of fear. He hid his recent bite. Oh well, not
sharing. Only he and the woman mattered. He needed the
access code since the damn door was werewolf proof.
Mad Scientist Mansfield definitely thought Dora could
mate a werewolf. Why hadn't Jaeger mentioned that was
impossible?