Pseudonym sat on a log staring into the fire. He was up keeping watch that night. He never liked his job and he eyed Wendy’s tent with suspicion. Despite her comments during the interview, he knew he could turn this company around and revolutionize the delivery industry.
He mulled a fantasy conversation in his head with Daniel, the company CEO.
The bushes rustled.
“Hello? Who’s there?”
The bushes rustled again.
Pseudonym picked up the rock that Marcus thought of as the official “night guard defense” weapon.
“I warn you, I’m armed.”
The face of a wolf appeared in the bush and growled at him.
Pseudonym’s eyes widened but he lacked the voice to scream. Instead he did the only thing he could think of: He threw the rock.
The rock hit the wolf square on the nose and it vanished as quickly as it appeared. Feeling good about himself, Pseudonym grabbed a flaming stick and ran after it.
“I’ve got a delivery for you wolf: One can of asswhooping.”
He ran into the woods and found a clearing. Far from camp he looked into the woods for the wolf and realized that he had made a huge mistake. He turned to go back but found a human figure.
“What are you doing here?” Psedonym said with suspicion. The figure smiled and that’s when Psedonym knew exactly what was happening.
His scream never reached the camp and his body, mangled and ripped apart, was eventually found that morning.
It is Day.
20 Humans and 4 wolves remain.
Voting required: 13
Also: Dann got a Chocolate Malt in Heaven, which is where he is now.