It was a normal week, until Cujo became rabid. Apparently, he had been bit by a bat while trying to hunt a rabbit. He’s been attacking everyone, killing them. You remember the last time you saw him, he had to basically force his body to not attack you. Now, he’s lost control.

As you’re taking a final midnight stroll, you suddenly hear a growl and then a familiar face pop out of the dark. It’s Cujo. He looks..terrible.

Rrrrhh..