Night 4:
The village sleeps...or, all but some do. This night, there is one who is restless and decides to take a walk in the cool night air. He passes his usual haunts of druggies and prostitutes, smiling as the memories flood through his mind. He notices a shadow out of the corner of his eye and turns to get a better look, but...it is no more.
Thinking nothing of the shadowy image, he continues his stroll towards the village garden. On his way, he once again sees the shadowy figure out of the corner of his eye. He turns again to face it and notices the distinct figure of a werewolf.
He begins walking faster, the shadowy figure matching his speed and gait. He begins to jog, the shadowy figure doing the same. He begins to run, the werewolf closes in. He is now in an all out sprint, the werewolf matching and gaining.
As he passes the residential huts, he knows that he cannot outrun this beast. He begins banging on several doors in an effort to seek shelter, but none answer. The werewolf closes in. At the last minute, a door opens and keird walks out, eyes half open. The villagers exclaims, "Thanks, asshole" as he pushes keird out the door, goes inside and shuts it.
keird, still unaware of what is going on, stands dumbfounded outside his house as the werewolf closes in. The hot breath on his neck finally stirs him awake, but it is too late. Teeth. Pressure. Blood. keird,
is dead.
*Day 5 Begins*