It was late, past midnight late. You didn't expect to spend your Saturday night wandering around the forest with a couple of your friends, who of which you didn't even like... They decided to drag you out hunting for 'werewolves' one of them had even brought their fathers old shotgun.

'Pfft- Like they Werewolves were real...'

Halfway through the walk you had heard rustling nearby which made you stop, not noticing your friends leaving, you turned around to find them gone... You wandered around for a bit calling for them when a wolf leaped out of the bush and clamped is jaw around your forearm.

'Is this how you're going to die?'