Between getting bitten and almost ending the world, you’re feeling a little light on your feet. You don’t back down, even though you’re stumbling in your “fighting stance” like a drunk Street Fighter character. The werewolves simultaneously step towards you, sniffing and growling.

Just then, the subway doors open. You turn and run like hell, leaving the puzzled werewolves in the dust. They thought they had you cornered, but nobody traps you. It’s how you’ve gotten out of so many mandatory meetings at work. You dodge those calendar invites like a champ.

As you exit the station, you feel the cool night air on your face. It feels good, until you remember the throbbing pain in your arm from having been bitten by a goddamn werewolf.

THE END