Ride with Bruce to Simpso to try and get a gig there

Its a long drive to Simpso. You and Bruce drink vodka and cokes along the way. You are driving late at night. The roads are almost empty of other vehicles. Suddenly there's a big buck running full balls across the road. Bruce slams the breaks and the car starts spinning. You catch a quick glimpse of something brown and furry chasing the deer then the car hits the chaser and goes off the road into a telephone pole. You wore your safety belt because you where in a similar drunken wreck three years ago. Bruce didn't, and he appears to be dead. You are banged up bad. Your wrist and a rib are broken. You fight your way out of your safety belt and get out of the car. The big buck is safe and long gone. The other thing you hobble over to check out. It is laying on the side of the road. Looks like a big fucking dog. That's no dog! That's a werewolf! It's still alive. But it is drooling dark blood from it's mouth and nostrils. The beast's eyes open and it's looking at you. You turn and hobble run, groaning with pain. Your only plan is to get back to the car and lock yourself in the truck where this monster can't get you. Oh fuck it hurts to rush! You hear a thick wet growl behind you, about seventeen feet. Your hand touches the driver side door and a claw lashes your back. It breaks through rips and bursts your left lung. You slam against the car hard, you fingers break when your body is forced against them. You are sliding down the car when a savage bite nearly removes your head. The werewolf feeds on your corpse. The next day the cops find your lower torso, a tangle of intestines and a long pole of spine and that's you.

The End