The first bottle that was created by Haruo went to who would become the Alpha Wolf and it was drunk by Haruo himself. At first he felt nothing but then a blinding flash of pain as bones shifted and the transfiguration happened.
"It worked..." he said simply as he walked over to his wife.
Haruo felt feral; hot blood coursing through his veins and a savage gleam filled his eyes. There was an innate urge to howl at the moon, but he fought it down, knowing that he shouldn't stress out his wife in the middle of her pregnancy. With the unknown effects of the Bottled Curse of the Lycan, Haruo felt that it wasn't safe for the potion or a cursed bite to be used on any of the females who were pregnant at the time so they would have to wait to take the potion. It was better to be safe than sorry if there were any adverse side-effects to the potion.
So he satisfied himself with smelling her essence by standing close to her.
Mickey and Autumn had their own private nuptials as yet another couple decided to have their wedding before the little one arrived.
The sky above was hellish red at night evoking a primal fear in all those who were top-side trying futilely to find some sort of shelter. Those who had survived thus far had developed an immunity to the radiation. Most of those who were affected before had suffered agony before they died as their bodies reacted to the radiation by shutting down with death of their red and white blood cells. Those who had been top-side when the nuclear warhead went off had already died. Most of those topside now were those who had moved to Sunset Valley after the radiation storms had passed. There were still moments when the radiation peaked however not as much as before. But it would still be a long while before the skies cleared and then there would be a new type of hell: intense, unblocked UV radiation that could inflict third degree burns to the skin if out in the sun too long. How long before this planet would be habitable again for people who weren't living in bunkers? No-one knew the answer.
The weather still hadn't settled. Storms were frequent due to the change in the climate which had been thrown into absolute chaos. It had been said in a study of a one hundred bomb exchange between Pakistan and India; that the world wide temperature would go down one point one Kelvin or about three degrees Fahrenheit. An all-out nuclear exchange would reduce the world's average temperature eighteen degrees Fahrenheit plunging the world into a cataclysmic nuclear winter from which civilization would not be able to exist. Any humanity that survived would be resigned to living underground for several lifetimes, if even the planet surface was able to be reclaimed. Yet humanity had been too enamored of their own false sense of indestructability to realize their eventual demise and had knowingly pulled the trigger of their own Russian Roulette against their survival too many times. Eventually the chamber with the bullet had been hit.
Certainly life was definitely hellish on the surface. Constant lightning and meteor strikes caused absolute mayhem and destruction, causing fires and other calamities and it kept anyone from making any effort to rebuild, as it was futile to build a structure and find out that it was destroyed the next minute by a meteor hitting it.
...and so life went on...
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