"One last camping trip. At least until I come back from Vietnam." said Jake Conway.
"Yeah, we have to do this again when you come back. So, be sure to come back." said Mikey, Jakes younger brother.
"Don't worry. One war isn't enough to stop me." said Jake.
Before Mikey could say anything, a growling sound was heard in the background. They were both shocked by this noise. The tent wasn't up yet and the only form of defense they had were a few sticks laying on the ground.
"Bears have never showed up here before." Mikey spoke frightened.
"I don't think it's a bear." Jake said, focused on looking for the source of the noise.
Rustling was heard behind a shrub. Jake approaches it, looking to fight whatever was behind it that scared them. Out of the shrub came a baby squirrel.
"Awwww, how cute." Mikey spoke.
Immediately following Mikey's comment about the squirrel. A massive hairy creature lunged toward Jake, slapping him to the ground with the back of its hand. The creature now had it eyes set on Mikey. Mikey tried to run, but the creature's speed was far superior. Mikey was mauled to a point that would kill a normal person. Little did the Conway brothers know that this creature was none other than a werewolf. The wolf's bites transformed Mikey. He was now a werewolf himself and was unknown about the chaos he could wreak.