The "Werewolf"

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I wasn't dead yet, I woke up the next day at a cabin in the forest.

"I am alive? I am lucky'" Thought me. 

I still can't move my right hand and my reports and my gun weren't in my possession.

"Where the hell am I?" thought myself.

Then suddenly the door to the room opened, and there she is.

"Alice?" asked me in surprise.

"Ahh Mr. Arthur, you are awake, how are you?" replied Alice.

"I am fine, well a bit injured, where and how did I end up here? asked me again.

"Oh, you are in hell," replied Alice nonchalantly.

"What? Are you serious?" said me very surprised.

"Hahahahaha, nah, you are in my father's cabin, my father found you near the road to the morgue, you seemed to be attacked said my father," answered Alice.

"Anyway, what actually happened to you Mister?" asked Alice intrigued.

"I was attacked by something big, that looks like a human." Answered me to her question.

"Ahh it must be a werewolf," said Alice.

"No that is just impossible, werewolf is a fairy tale," replied me objecting to her statement.

"Maybe it is in Marseille and other cities, but there are werewolves here in Arles," replied Alice again. I thought it was impossible to be a werewolf or something mythical like that, so I vehemently disagree.

"Oh, come on, you don't expect me to believe that tale of people where people become werewolves at the full moon right? and suddenly they become a pure animal," said myself trying my best to put some senses in her.

"What? Of course not. Those are just fairy tales. People become werewolves at dusk, and they don't become animal, they still retain their humanity with the caveat of becoming more and more aggressive." Replied and explained herself to me.

Hearing that I was speechless at how innocent her mind was, that at the age of around seventeen she still thought as such.

"Werewolves thing aside, wasn't your father 'not around anymore,'?" asked me regarding his father.

When Alice wanted to answer my inquiry, suddenly...

"Hahaha, well me and Julia as you know, was and is separated, but my lovely Alice here still visits me occasionally. Ahaha I forget to introduce myself, my name is Rogier Loup, you can call me Roger," replied a man named Roger answering my question.

"Ah Mr. Roger, I would like to give you my highest gratitude for saving me," said myself thanking Roger.

"Ha, it's okay lad, you look like in trouble and in pain, of course I had to help you," replied Roger.

"Anyway, do you have my papers?" asked myself still trying to find that copy of the report.

"What papers? When I found you, you had no paper on your belonging." Answered Roger.

"Hmm quite unfortunate, I need to get another copy of it. Anyway, I need to get to the town, where should I go?" replied and asked myself to Roger.

"Oh, come on lad, I brought you some food here, at least eat it first," plead Roger while showing a plate filled with roasted meat.

"Your food seems to be delicious, but I am in urgent need to go to the police department," replied myself trying to refuse the food he offered.

"Well at least bring the food with you lad, here is a basket you can use," offered Roger again.

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