The Werewolf Chronicles

You feel your tattered clothes; the back of your jacket is shredded. You pull you hand away as you feel something warm. Blood…How? The cool night air stings your wound where teeth opened up your flesh.

Up ahead there aren't any lights on anywhere in the village. You find a bucket full of water and you clean your back. Then you wrap around an old t-shirt from your bag, which soon stops the blood flow. Your hands are still shaking. Now you just want to get the fuck out of here as fast as you can…