Joanne
Ashbury stared at the dead bodies that Layed at his every corner.
He hissed in triumph, they got what was coming to them.
They had locked him up when he turned rogue. And he was going to make every one of them pay.
He looked around him and smiled. The remaining pack had ran and left the wounded.
He had attacked them and made them vulnerable.
He liked them that way. They were alive and vulnerable. They couldn't run or move. They just sat and cried. They screamed and it only increased his mood.
He was okay for now. The wolves had satisfied his hunger and at the same time gave him power.
He looked back when he heard someone cry. A baby, her legs were stuck under a woman's body. He walked towards her and crouched to the floor.
He couldn't help but remember the past.
FLASH BACK........
"ASH....."
He heard the voice, panic and fear swelled up in him.
"Joanne". No answer. "Joanne".