SuperChocoMilk
One Thousand Club
"You have to do this Carter!"
"No. F*ck you!"
"You know what happens when your bitten! You turn at night!"
"Maybe your different."
"More likely not. Now, blow my goddamn brains out!"
"Listen! I'll just leave, ok?"
"Do you think I want to become a werewolf? F*cking shoot me!!"
"I'm not going to kill you!!!"
"Yes you are!!"
The man's brains blew out against the wall, as Carter pulled the trigger to his shotgun. It was over. Carter looked down upon the mess he had caused, the bloody filth all across the floor. After Carter's friend here had been bitten, they had made a long trek across the States to find a cure. But unfortunately, the Full Moon had come, and it was over for him. He would turn soon. And now all the man was now, was a bloody mess. Carter sat down in the office chair next to him, holding his head in stress. His helmet lay next to him, and he grabbed it and put it on. He didn't really like his greasy blond hair falling in his face. Carter had actually begun growing stubble after these...What was it? Felt like years. Probably wasn't, but it sure felt like it.
Finally, he broke. He fell over on the floor, crying. That was all of them. Carter was alone.
Complete solitude.
3 DAYS LATER
Carter had left that desolate apartment, and had eventually come upon an old house. He had looked inside the window, and saw a couple figures inside. Hopefully they were friendly. Just to be safe, he cocked his shotgun and knocked on the door.
"No. F*ck you!"
"You know what happens when your bitten! You turn at night!"
"Maybe your different."
"More likely not. Now, blow my goddamn brains out!"
"Listen! I'll just leave, ok?"
"Do you think I want to become a werewolf? F*cking shoot me!!"
"I'm not going to kill you!!!"
"Yes you are!!"
The man's brains blew out against the wall, as Carter pulled the trigger to his shotgun. It was over. Carter looked down upon the mess he had caused, the bloody filth all across the floor. After Carter's friend here had been bitten, they had made a long trek across the States to find a cure. But unfortunately, the Full Moon had come, and it was over for him. He would turn soon. And now all the man was now, was a bloody mess. Carter sat down in the office chair next to him, holding his head in stress. His helmet lay next to him, and he grabbed it and put it on. He didn't really like his greasy blond hair falling in his face. Carter had actually begun growing stubble after these...What was it? Felt like years. Probably wasn't, but it sure felt like it.
Finally, he broke. He fell over on the floor, crying. That was all of them. Carter was alone.
Complete solitude.
3 DAYS LATER
Carter had left that desolate apartment, and had eventually come upon an old house. He had looked inside the window, and saw a couple figures inside. Hopefully they were friendly. Just to be safe, he cocked his shotgun and knocked on the door.