Frisk's POV

There was a screaming in the distance. You shivered at the noise. You felt a furry hand go up to your forehead. At least you aren't sick from being out here. You glanced over. Sans was still staring into the exact spot where the wolf, human thing had been sitting well more like pinned to the ground the week before. You wished Sans had killed it so you could eat it. Yes, yes, very gruesome but if You waited another day without eating you were going to die from starvation. Toriel and Asgore wouldn't let you and the others get anywhere near an animal when we had a weapon of some type in our hands. Even if it was your handy dandy stick. Sighing aloud you stretched and slowly dragged your feet towards the tall pine trees.
"Where you going kid?" You turned. Sans had turned his attention to you.
"For a walk." You signed. Sans sighed and in Sans language that meant okay. You began walking into the forest.

Time skip because I can

After a while if walking you came across a clearing. You gasped. In the middle of the clearing a dead wolf lay there who seemed to have broken their neck when they fell. You scurried around it but only succeeded in almost stepping on a different body. Well two actually. A man and a little boy. They both had bite marks in their necks. Praying you wouldn't land in them you jumped. Luckily, you landed on the other side safely. As you passed through you saw another unmoving body. Not another one. You thought. Either way you moved over towards it. When you got closer you realized this one was still alive. They weren't unharmed though. You saw a gash in its chest which looked suspiciously like a bullet hole. You picked it up and surprisingly they were quite light. You began to walk back to camp unaware that the creature was stirring.