The Full moon on each october brings Infictive county's fourth biggest event of the year. The werewolf hunt. Legend has it that there really was a beast brought down about forty or so years ago. You are drinking everclear warm, straight from the bottle, blind drunk before the moon even rises. Somewhere in the delerium of the night you manage to trip and shoot your face off. They find you dead the next day. One of three gun accident casualitys that night.
The End