Hunted by a Werewolf (part 1-Beginning)

It's well after midnight and you are walking home from a Halloween party by yourself. A cool autumn breeze flows through your hair and thin wispy clouds float across an enchanting full moon. Its pale beams light your path perfectly. There are a few people here and there walking home in similar fashions. You watch as a drunk-looking couple laughs and stumbles into a dark alley across the street. You hear odd noises, like heavy breathing and gasps. You shake your head thinking the drunks are getting it on and walk past. Thats when you hear an ear splitting scream. You. . . .
Shake your head and continue to slowly walk by. That guy must have been too big for her.
Start to shake and quicken your walking pace. Maybe they were mugged? You don't want to be mugged too!
Run over to the alley to see what is wrong. What if somebody got hurt?
Stand still and quiet in the same spot, glaring in the direction of the alley. You are curious but don't want to be on the front lines of an assault.
No matter what choice you made, you are still close by. A cloud is now covering most of the moon and you are left in the dark. There are not many house lights on nearby. Out of nowhere the man runs out of the alley and straight towards you. It takes you a moment to focus on the man because of the change in light. You strain your eyes only to discover that the man is covered in blood and absolutely horrified. He has gashes and cuts all over his body, each in groups of 4. You stand and stare in pure confusion and shock as he grabs your shirt and pleads for help. He gasps for air and falls lifelessly to the ground. You take a step backwards and try to wipe off the blood that his hands streaked across your shirt. You look back towards the alley and see two glowing gold eyes staring straight at you and you hear a low-pitched growl. You...
High tail it out of there, running with all you have to get home. You are not getting butchered like that guy and his women.
Stare back and roll up your sleeves. Your ready to take on whatever comes your way. Besides, its those eyes fault that your Favorite shirt is now ruined and blood stained.
Stand there like a stone statue and shake with uncontrollable fear. You have eye contact with a murderer. You're dead meat.
Pick up the pace walking and start whistling. You put your hands in your pockets and act casual, like nothing happened. You dont want to draw the attention of a crowd or that freak in the alley.
Despite the choice you made, a group of your semi-sober buddies drives up honking their horn and blaring obscene music. The one that is hanging out of the moon roof calls for you to hop in and join them. You take another glance towards the alley and notice the eyes are gone. You give a sigh of relief and join your friends in the car. Luckily they are all wasted enough not to notice the body or the blood on your shirt. They probably assume you got sick from too much alcohol. You park it in the back seat next to your best friend (Insert name) and give him/her a worried glance. They realize that there is something wrong and nod. That is a signal you will talk about it in the morning. After 5 minutes of a shaky ride, they drop you off at the end of your driveway and leave you there. Now you....
Hesitantly walk down your driveway and stumble with the keys at your front door. You can't help but worry if you were followed so you look over your shoulder every 2 seconds, then turn on the burglar alarm.
Stand there for a few minutes and have a smoke. You had one hell of a night and you decide to keep that meat cleaver by your bed just in case.
Make it in the door and instantly faint.
Shakily force yourself inside, sure to lock the door and windows. You toss your clothes into the washer and jump into a steaming shower. Maybe you were imagining the eyes. But you can't shake off the horror of it all.
The next morning you wake up to a fresh sunny day. Light is pouring in your window (weather your on the floor or in your bed) and the birds are chirping a happy tune. You stand up and stretch, drinking in the daylight. You had a dreamless sleep and you feel alive this morning. Its almost 11 a.m. You slept in. Then you remember the events that took place and make yourself believe you had too much to drink at the party. Convinced, you walk down the stairs and head to the kitchen. Upon opening the blinds you are subject to a nasty shock. On the back lawn are the ripped up bits of leftover animal flesh and bones. You hold back your hurl, more like dry heaves because you have yet to eat anything, and make your way to the phone. You....
Call your best friend, whom agreed to talk to you today anyways, and tell them to get their ass over right away. You are now shaking like mad and know you weren't drunk after all.
Call your best friend and calmly explain that there is something they just have to see! You want them to help you investigate as well.
Change your mind about calling your friend and walk upstairs to change your clothes. Looks like you are going to have clean up duty today. Hopefully the neighbors wont notice.
Despite your decision, your best friend shows up on your porch at exactly 11:20 a.m. You push them to the back patio window and point to the decaying mess that is infesting your back yard. They ask you what happened the night before that had gotten you so upset. You spill the story about the drunken couple, the dead bloody man, and the eyes in the alley. Your friend walks outside and kneels bye a carcass and studies it for a few moments. They motion for you to join them and you do so, reluctantly. He/She points out the tear and scratch patterns in the animal and dirt. They tell you that with the ways it all looked and sounded you 'are being hunted by a werewolf!' (Your friend just so happens to be extremely well read on the subject as well as all other fantasy and lore, not to mention a bit gothic.) You...
Take a step back and laugh, completely doubting it. Hunted by a werewolf? You've got to be crazy. There must be another logical explanation. But just in case, you wonder how to kill it.
You cringe and shiver. That sounds absolutely spooky to you! You realize you must be living your own horror movie. You think about the movies you have seen and jot down ways to kill werewolves. Hopefully one works.
You whimper and whine and start to feel faint again. You grab onto your friends sleeve and beg them to stay the night. You don't want to be alone if anything gets worse. Help!!
You grab a shovel and start piling the dead body pieces into a bag with the help of your friend. You contemplate calling the police but you know they will laugh. You ask your friend to tell you everything. You want to be well informed and prepared.
Be prepared to finish your adventure in part 2 of this quiz. ' Hunted by a Werewolf (part-2 - Encounter)'. Do you think you will be ready for what may lie ahead?
No chance in Hell man, are you nuts?
I might be.. If my friends will help me! *cringes*
*stocks up on artillary* Y-you...B-bet I-i a-a-am-m.....
I couldn't tell you.. I'm still too shocked to know where or who I am..
Stressed and Paranoid. Things don't look good for you so far. You are not taking this well at all. Being hunted by a werewolf was the last thing you expected to happen, your totally unprepared. You may have a heart attack before its all over.
Taking things well and calmy. You have a rational mind and are still thinking clearly. You're still scared out of your mind but you have your baseball bat ready.
Prepared to fight. You aren't going to take this crap sitting down. If that thing comes, your gonna give it all you got. Though.. becoming a werewolf doesnt sound to bad...