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

I sat in the dank wooden cabin hidden in the foliage of the dark oak forest. I had n't been here in a while, not since the time I lost Helena. The tools had begun to rust and the rotting wooden roof had started to fall in on itself. 
 
 The chair creaked on the makeshift floorboards as I rocked back and forth, contemplating what would happen over the next 30 days. I could n't believe what had happened but every time I looked at my wrist I was reminded of the horror I would become. The raw flesh and gnarled bone easily visible although it did not hurt one bit. 
 
 I sighed, being a werewolf hunter was hard work. Now I had become the thing I pledged to murder for the sake of the city. Once the full moon shone I would n't be able to stop myself from turning, and I would kill everyone. Even those I loved. 
 
 Alas, I still needed to do my job, after all I was a werewolf hunter. I held the sleek revolver my dad had given me before he passed away and I slipped my final silver bullet into the chamber. The hammer clicked as I pulled it back into place. God, did I really have to do this? I raised the gun and placed it between my eyes, closing them as I pulled the trigger. 
 
 My dad had always said I would be good at my job.
