It was the full moon. I was running for my life, while being chased by a huge pack. I wanted to get out but there was nowhere to go. I looked around and saw nothing but flying rocks. I looked in the direction of where the rocks were coming from and say them. My friends where here and in more danger then I was in. They looked scared out of their minds and I was protecting them. I don't think they knew it was me at first but then they figured it out. They started freaking out and ran away from me and the pack. Then I noticed that I was about to be beat to death and then I ran for my life as well.
