[ WP ] Last night , you were bitten by a werewolf . You have 30 days before you too go on a mindless killing spree .

A part of me certainly knew what I should do. I should have offed myself the first moment that I knew. Of course, I ’ d seen all the movies, read books, everything. I knew what the moral, upstanding citizen should do. But, just like that guy in a zombie movie who gets bit and never tells anyone, I got bit and never did a thing about it. 
 
 The part of me that was sure I would always make the right choice come some difficult decision turned out to be wrong. I mean, I had never quite anticipated this, how could I? On the first day I was terrified, more that I had been mauled than the connotations that it brought with it. By the end of the first week I was still terrified, but more at the responsibility that rode on my shoulders. Of course, I put it off. I said that I would do it later, I had things I had to get in order, people to see, you know, all those excuses people make. Suicide was just too much of a thought for me to actually go through with it. 
 
 And then, I began to think that maybe suicide wasn ’ t my only option. Surely, since it was so under the radar that meant that there were people like me who didn ’ t go on murderous rampages, otherwise it would hit the news and everybody would know. At least, that ’ s what I liked to tell myself. I knew the real reason, I just didn ’ t like to think about it. 
 
 So here I sit, I ’ m fully clothed—of course, I don ’ t want to wake up somewhere naked and covered in blood. That ’ s another one of those things I ’ ve contemplated since I first got bitten, would I be in control or would it just be pure instincts? In the movies they always played it off as the person was not in control of what they did, they were an animal. While at first I was so distraught over what had happened and my impending doom now I was excited by it. All the power that I would have, the improved senses would be amazing. Finally, I wouldn ’ t be awkward, I wouldn ’ t be nerdy, all those ailments that plagued a slightly out of shape adult ( asthma, acne that still wouldn ’ t go away, man boobs and a 2nd chin ), none of them mattered anymore. 
 
 I felt it come on suddenly. It hurt like hell, but a good pain. I looked up and felt and saw and smelt everything. No wonder werewolves never committed suicide.
