Mutant

Twenty

Hugh, Arnold, and David laughed stupidly as they walked along the lit lamp posted street. As they talked and laughed, they were chugging down the bottles of Bud Light.

"I can't believe we just smuggled beer," Arnold snorted.

"Well believe it honey," David giggled.

Hugh, a skinny blonde haired kid who was wearing a beanie shook his head and tried to identify the state they were in.

"Wait, are we drunk?"

"Nah man," teased David. "We're getting laid."

Arnold laughed at this. In fact, he laughed so hard that he fell to the ground.

"Get up bitch," David ordered.

Hugh dropped his beer bottle and said,
"Okay guys, we should probably stop drinking."

Arnold staggered back up.
"No! Me no stop."

"That's right, what he said." David said as he took another hit from the Bud Light.

"Fine," muttered Hugh. "Suit yourself."

The three friends continued their pointless stroll down the abandoned road. Their feet tapped on the road like rain and the moon that rose high up in the sky shined upon their delicate heads.

Arnold and David took the lead, while Hugh fell behind. Then Hugh, still regaining his consciousness, stopped walking and realized they were going nowhere.

"Hey guys, where are we going?"

"Wherever we want to go," Arnold replied.

Yep, clearly drunk, Hugh thought.

"We should probably go home," Hugh suggested.

"Do what you want Hugh," David said.

And just like that, Arnold and David disappeared into the night while Hugh walked the other way.

Hugh hadn't even walked a yard when he noticed a frightening sight.
It was a pole. A wooden pole. And on top of it was a clumpy head with flies buzzing around it.

Hugh walked closer to the pole. It couldn't have been real. He had to be imagining things.
But the plopped bloody head was still there. And it was as existent as possible.

Hugh tried not to barf at the sight. And it was very tempting, taking consideration of all the foamy beer he just drank.

"This is so wrong," Hugh shuddered. "I have to tell Arch about this."

Hugh squinted his eyes. Aside from the pole, there was something else that appeared quite disturbing.

A dark four legged figure. It had yellow teeth and wild black fur. And it was striding towards him.

"W-W-Wolf." Hugh whispered. He quickly turned around and busted in a run. Not even daring to look back.