Dire

"We need some cover here!"
The fatigued men huddled together under the makeshift bunker, an overturned tanker truck that still reeked of quickly evaporating gasoline.
"No shots, no fire, or we're all going up. We'll just have to hope that James can get the chopper working before those tings get too close. the gas should hide our scents, but not our trail. One of us needs to go out there and lure them away."

A suicide mission, and they all knew it. The six of them had survived this long by sticking together, but they'd seen friends go, and they weren't in any real shape to continue. The constant running had taken it's toll and they barely had the strength to walk anymore.
"We've got one does of the serum left. it should give whoever's running enough strength to get them at least a mile away from here. Hopefully by that time, the rain will have started and our trail will be covered."

Samuel, the youngest of them, knelt down and began to pray.
"Savior, let not those who have cause to harm us find the seclusion we have discovered, and let not the fumes overtake those too weak to move. Let the serum guide our strongest into safety and lead the aggressors to a land of their destruction."
It was a hasty prayer, but one they were grateful to hear-unlike the loud howl that marked the arrival of the beasts they'd avoided for so long.
"They're here. we don't have any time left."
Jacob grabbed the vial of serum and jammed the needle end into his arm, his face contorting in pain as the fluid coursed through his veins. He let out a soft grunt as his muscles formed and changed, extending his legs and arms, as fur started to cover the rest of his body. His nose and jaw extended, lengthening into a long muzzle as his eyes took on a more feral appearance. A shaggy gray tail the same color as his fur sprouted from the base of his back and he growled a low rumbling growl as the rest of his body adjusted to his new form and purpose. he shook, shaking off the remnants of clothing that had tattered themselves during his transformation. With one last longing look back at the men he'd grown to know so well, he turned and darted into the street, heading for the area where he'd heard the dire howls originate.
The others shuddered as they watched their friend turn and run, knowing the pain of the experience, especially now, when the moon was nowhere near full. They saw the tinge of fear in jacob's face as he looked back at them, knowing full well they'd never see him again.
He would be remembered, though, by the few who were left, as the one that lead, the one that saved their race from the End times. He was a legend, a legend born out of the worst kind of despair, and to these men, a savior. They knew not what the future would hold for them after today, but they at least knew they would have one.