The Werewolf Problem

Let's say you happen to get lucky... And you hit the heart with a million to one shot. In the seconds after you've killed one you'll start to realize that your problems are only just beginning. Because as you sit there on the floor, amongst shattered living room furniture and the shards of whats left of your sanity, it begins to dawn on you... This motherfucker is reverse transforming, into a REAL human being again. That's right. This isn't a vampire we're talking about. Werewolves don't disintegrate and fade away. When they die they change form. As if you didn't have enough to deal with already. Your body can barely move because your muscles are so taxed from fighting a mythical monster but now you're forced to sit there and watch as he slowly morphs back into your neighbor. And no matter how many times you try to tell the story, no matter what the variation... Whether you throw in that shit about "that night it was a full-moon" or not... No matter what you do, nobody's going to believe you. Not even your closest friend. You won't even believe yourself.

There's no choice...

You have to get rid of the body. There's nothing to indicate that you've done anything other than commit cold blooded murder. With one solitary piece of evidence. The silver bullet. Which, of course, is only evidence that YOU'RE CRAZY. Even if you get rid of the body you've still got to deal with a close acquaintance disappearing. The police aren't stupid. You'll be a prime suspect. It'll take a ton of fancy footwork to cover your tracks. Not only do you have to get rid of the thirty eight caliber handgun, you bought at the pawnshop, but there'll be some kind of record that you bought it. And what about that special bullet you had the gunsmith make?

"Yeah, that guy came in here... wanted me to melt down a cross... I thought it was WEIRD at the time... Of course I did it. How often d'ya get to make a silver bullet for somebody?"

"Am I in trouble?"
YES, you are...

All those google searches on "How to kill a Werewolf?" has in turn sealed your own fate. It'll be next to impossible to prove your innocence after that slip up. You're life is over...

It's
much easier to
let him take the bite
rip your clothes off once a month
and run through the streets in the cool night air
join us...

-Chris