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Is it over? (Open)
Ted had decided that he was going to stay inside until the whole werewolf thing was over. Once he heard the news about the big escaped animal from the news and the following joke about the naked guy running around, he'd put two and two together and it equaled not stepping a single toe out the door.
He didn't want to be bitten, he didn't want to become anything else. He had a hard enough time being Ted and getting used to the weird new life that he had here in The City. He didn't want to add becoming an animal on top of that.
A day after the reports of animals stopped appearing in the newspapers and on the television, Ted wondered if it was all over. If somebody had found a way to stop the spread, or if everyone had been cured, or maybe they were all in the zoo now. Any of those meant that it was okay to leave the house again. The outside would be safe.
Carefully, he peeked out the door and edged himself onto the walkway. It was a long journey to the sidewalk, and he made it slowly. Stopping at every noise. Inspecting any wildlife and trying to determine if it was actual wildlife, or if it was werewildlife. Nothing big came near him. Just birds and butterflies. One little wayward snail. Nothing threatening.
He made it all the way to a coffee shop before he even saw a person. They all looked normal. Ted slid into the shop and found himself a seat in the way back where he could see everybody.
He didn't want to be bitten, he didn't want to become anything else. He had a hard enough time being Ted and getting used to the weird new life that he had here in The City. He didn't want to add becoming an animal on top of that.
A day after the reports of animals stopped appearing in the newspapers and on the television, Ted wondered if it was all over. If somebody had found a way to stop the spread, or if everyone had been cured, or maybe they were all in the zoo now. Any of those meant that it was okay to leave the house again. The outside would be safe.
Carefully, he peeked out the door and edged himself onto the walkway. It was a long journey to the sidewalk, and he made it slowly. Stopping at every noise. Inspecting any wildlife and trying to determine if it was actual wildlife, or if it was werewildlife. Nothing big came near him. Just birds and butterflies. One little wayward snail. Nothing threatening.
He made it all the way to a coffee shop before he even saw a person. They all looked normal. Ted slid into the shop and found himself a seat in the way back where he could see everybody.