Miss Bonnie peaked out the door of the marshal’s office, clutching her shotgun close.
“I don’t see the other one,” Miss Bonnie said. “We better move.”
She took a pair of Gunther’s pants off a coatrack and handed them to the naked boy.
“He won’t mind.”
Gunther’s duds were way too big for the kid but they covered him up just the same. The redhead noticed Miles was fighting back tears.
“The one that died…,”
Miles pulled the pants high up over his waist. They started to fall. He gave up and decided he’d have to keep one hand on them to hold them up.
“…who was he?”
The boy sniffed. “My father.”
“Oh,” Miss Bonnie said. “I’m sorry.”
Miss Bonnie tossed the ammo bag over her shoulder. Miles scooped up the two Winchesters with his free hand.
The pair walked out the door.
“I’m sorry I tried to shoot him,” Miss Bonnie said.
“OK,” Miles replied.
Miles started walking. Miss Bonnie followed.
“It’s just that you all look alike to me,” Miss Bonnie said.
Miles stopped and shot the redhead a quizzical look.
“When you’re all wolves I mean,” Miss Bonnie explained. “All that fur and everything. It’s hard to tell who’s who.”
“Oh,” Miles said. He kept walking. Miss Bonnie kept following.
“I didn’t know some of you are good and some are bad,” Miss Bonnie said.
“I know,” Miles said.
“I just thought you all wanted to eat me,” Miss Bonnie said.
“I don’t think they would have,” Miles said. “One of them said they want you for something.”
“He did?” Miss Bonnie asked.
“I don’t know.”
Miss Bonnie shook her head. “I didn’t hear him say anything.”
“You couldn’t have,” Miles said. “We talk inside our heads.”
“There’s a lot of stuff you don’t know,” Miles said. “That most people don’t know. Pa wanted me to tell Slade everything.”
Miles sniffed the air.
“But I don’t know where he is,” Miles said, sniffing again. “I can smell he’s been all over town. I don’t know where to start.”
“You can…smell him?”
“Part dog,” the boy said.
“Righhhht,” Miss Bonnie said, hesitantly. “He’s at the church…but…”
“But what?” Miles asked.
“I’m not exactly welcome there,” Miss Bonnie said.
Miles perked up. He heard something.
“Did you hear that?”
“Hear what?” Miss Bonnie asked.
It was a dark night and Miss Bonnie was barely able to see more than two feet in front of her. Miles on the other hand, had crisp, clear sight, better than the average human’s. He pointed down the street.
Miss Bonnie squinted. “What?”
Then she heard it. It was low. “Brainssss….”
Groans. Grunts. It was a half dozen undead…and they were all on fire.
Miles stood perfectly still. The monsters spotted Hewitt’s hairy corpse. No longer able to regenerate, the dead werewolf’s body became a snack for the undead. Some ripped off limbs and gnawed on them. Others dropped to the ground and feasted on the furry remains.
One of the creatures stopped. Flames cooked his body to a crisp but somehow, it was too resilient to turn to ash. He stretched out a hand toward Miss Bonnie and Miles.
Three more creatures stood up. The quartet shuffled towards the humans.
Miss Bonnie took off then stopped when she realized Miles was where she left him, standing perfectly still. She came back and tugged on his arm.
“Come on,” she said.
Miles was so frightened his mind could not comprehend what to do.
Miss Bonnie yanked on the boy’s arm as hard as she could. One of the creatures was a bit faster than the others and as it came close, the redhead exploded its head with a double-barrel blast. Blood and flaming brain chunks landed everywhere.
That sight jolted Miles back to reality and he joined the redhead in a full retreat.
But they weren’t the only living beings in the area. Moments later, Becker, hot on Miles’ scent, stomped on to the scene.
He was displeased to see an undead holding the large, severed wolf head of his fallen comrade.
Becker slashed the remaining undead to ribbons, then picked up Hewitt’s head. He roared. Loudly.
It was so loud that Miss Bonnie and Miles, now further down the road, heard it and picked up their pace.