This was it. Lt Cooper stepped out into the sunlight. The gray sheep dog slowly dragged after him. Cooper looked around himself. He had a bad cut on his left cheek. The sheepdog raced out into the open air. With a camera and sword in hand Cooper stepped out from under the burnt remains of the house. He could see the old dirt rode from where he was standing. Time to get the hell out of here he mumbled. The sun was just coming up by the time Cooper made his way to the road. He was now far from the house. The thought of werewolves raced in his mind. There were woods on both sides of him and the dog. Did he kill the last one or not. Suddenly something let out a howl to his far left...