Broken - Prologue
Tristan wakes up to find the world in ruins, and must work with his wife to try in survive the apocalypse.
The sunlight tickled Tristan's eyes, and he fluttered them open with a yawn. He looked to the right and saw his beautiful wife Tessa lying next to him. He got up and walked over to the bathroom of their small apartment. Tristan's plan was to visit his friend's wife today, make sure she's got everything she needs. She'd been sick with a bad fever the past couple of days and her husband Tom had to go away on business, so Tristan was left to check on her. After brushing his teeth quickly, he stepped outside the bathroom to his closet, pulling out his tank-top. Tristan pulled his underwear up and put his socks on, staring at Tessa's gorgeous body. He pulled his pants up, zipped them quickly, then shoved his feet lazily into his shoes. Tristan glanced once more at the beautiful wolf lying in the bed, her C-cup breasts exposed but her vagina covered up by the soft grey blanket. He smiled, then left, deciding not to disturb her sleep. An hour later he pulled up to Tom's Apartment Complex, and was walking down the hall searching for the number "108." Finding the door, Tristan pushed it open to find a beautiful leopardess lying nude in the bed, sleeping away her fever. Smiling, Tristan walked over to the bathroom, opening the cabinet to take out his toothbrush and toothpaste. The leopardess moaned in the bed sleepily. Obviously she'd just woken up. Tristan pushed the door shut with his foot to give her some privacy and took the cap of the toothpaste off with his hands. The leopardess sleepily banged on the door. Tristan walked over, and opened the door. With a flash of yellow the leopardess was on top of him, clawing at his skin. Kinky, but not exactly what I want, Tristan thought a little panickedly. He pushed her off him and said, "I'm not the type of person that enjoys rough sex, sorry." He started to get up and she came back down on him hard. Tristan growled softly and kicked her in the stomach. "I said no! Jesus fucking Christ, don't you know what NO means!?" The beautiful leopardess dived down and bit Tristan's wrist hard. "What the fuck!?" Tristan shouted and blood started forming at the bite. Tristan panicked and squished the toothpaste into her eyes, then brought his foot up to her stomach again, pushing her away from him and out the doorway. "HELP!" he shouted as loud as he could. "This chick is crazy!" He slammed the bathroom door shut, and the crazed leopardess started banging hard on the door, screeching loudly as she did so. Tristan ripped open the cabinet once again, shoving all the pills out of his way, making a mess of the floor. He grabbed a Shaving Razor and threw open the door, the leopardess charged in at him. He scraped her face repeatedly with the razor, making a mess of her beautiful face. She slammed him hard against the bathroom wall, and he jabbed the handle of the razor blade into her eye, letting the blood squirt onto his face and the walls of the bathroom. He hurriedly shoved the woman out of his way, and ran to the bed to grab the lamp. He picked up the lamp, and swung it around, hitting the leopardess on the side of the skull with it as she charged at him once more. She fell to the ground, and Tristan stormed over to her, hitting her in the head with every word he spoke. "DON'T. FUCK. WITH. ME. YOU. STUPID. BITCH." Blood painted the walls and floor, her skull imploded and a small chunk of her brain hung loose outside of her skull. Tristan dropped the lamp and sat down, panting loudly. What had he just done? He just brutally murdered his best friend's wife in her own apartment.. But no, it was self defense, wasn't it? Hesitantly, Tristan stood up and looked at himself. His white tank-top was covered with crimson blood, and his blue-jeans were not so blue anymore. Tristan looked down to the nude leopardess with the giant gash in her head, and couldn't help but feeling sexually attracted to her, even if the entire side of her face was destroyed. She had amazing curves, and Tristan could see why Tom married her. Trying to remain calm, he walked out of the room and retraced his steps out of the building. Hoping not to be seen by anyone, he made his way over to his car and got inside it. In no time at all, Tristan was running down his own hallway and flinging his door open, startling his wife. "What the he'll happened!?" Tessa shouted, seeing his blood-drenched attire. Tears welled up in Tristan's eyes and he desperately fount them back. He had to be the figure of bravery, now of all times. He had to be there to comfort Tessa. "I... I don't really know," Tristan began. "But Tom's wife attacked me, and I had to fight back... I mean, she BIT me! I had no choice.. She... She's dead."