Doc and Annabelle were out of time. The last of the women folk stepped onto the bridge and Annabelle had to join them.
“Goodbye my love,” Annabelle said as she moved in to plant one last kiss on Doc’s rotting face.
“My dear,” Doc said. “Promise me…”
Annabelle looked away. “Don’t say it.”
Puss oozed from a sore on Doc’s cheek.
“…that you’ll find another…”
“I won’t,” Annabelle said.
Doc persisted. “…man to…”
“I’ll never love another man as much as you,” Annabelle said.
“I was going to say that you must find a man who will do that thing…”
Annabelle looked back at increasingly zombified lover.
“Oh,” she said. “You mean that thing where he…”
Doc nodded again.
“And then there’s that other thing that?”
One more nod.
“Well yeah of course,” Annabelle said. “I can’t go my whole life without that.”
One more embrace.
“But you’ll always be the best at it,” Annabelle said.
“Indeed,” Doc replied.
A tear rolled down Doc’s face as he watched the only woman he’d ever loved walked away.
But sadness replaced fear as he found Major Culpepper’s soldiers pointing their rifles his way.
Doc raised his hands.
“Don’t shoot!” Doc said. “I am a man of science!”
The soldiers shot…but not at Doc.
Doc ducked and ran out of the path of the gunfire. He turned to see three werewolves charging the soldiers.
Mayhew and his hench wolves had arrived to clear the bridge.