For the past few days, Ryan had been traveling across the United States in search of werewolves. Starting in California, he had gone through Nevada, Utah, Colorado, Kansas, Missouri, Illinois, Indiana, Ohio, Pennsylvania, New York, Massachusetts, New Hampshire, and was now currently on the coast of Maine. It had cost a fortune in gas and yet he still hadn't found a single one. Low on money, food, and gas, Ryan was at the brink of calling home and asking his dad to forgive him and let him return home before he starved out in the middle of nowhere. That is, until he saw a strange rumor on the forums of a website he used to try and gain information on his prey. It claimed that, only a few miles away from where he currently was, there was an abandoned fishing village where hunters would be meeting up. [i]That's it! I haven't found any werewolves because I don't know how to find them. I've just been using Yahoo Answers and Wikipedia so far, but if I can get help from other people who do it professionally than I'm sure to rack up some kills.[/i] What his source of information failed to mention, was the fact that not all of the hunters gathering would be completely human. It wouldn't matter that much though, as he couldn't tell the difference between a human and werewolf's human form if he tried, let alone a human and a vampire.

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One hour later and Ryan's red pick-up finally couldn't go another inch. After parking it on the side of the road, he got out and kicked the tire in frustration. [color=B22222]"Not now! I'm so close!"[/color] he shouted. Checking his phone, he looked at the GPS to see how much farther it would be to walk. The battery on the small device soon ran dry, but not before he saw the words "15 minutes" in small white font. [color=B22222]"Dang it! Well, no going back now. Fifteen minutes isn't too bad. I could probably push this thing the rest of the way."[/color] [i]It'd be much better than just leaving a $10,000 car on the side of the road. Even if it's so old and beat up that it belongs in a junk yard instead of on the road.[/i]

And so he got behind the tailgate and began to push, and push, and push. No matter how much strength he put in it though, it wouldn't budge. [color=B22222]"What gives?"[/color] he asked himself. Only after another five minutes wasted on pushing the immovable object did he realize the problem. [color=B22222]"Probably should put it in neutral if I want push it, huh?"[/color] So Ryan moved toward the car door, shifted the gear into neutral, got behind the truck again, and gave it a good shove. That's when he realized his second mistake, not staying in the driver's seat to have access to the steering wheel and brakes. As the empty car rolled down the road and out of sight, Ryan just watched in silent awe at his screw up. [color=B22222]"Well, I don't have to push it now. Hopefully no one takes my guns or anything. I don't think I left anything else of value inside."[/color] The red-haired teen then began his smell trek toward the rendezvous of hunters on foot, with his solid red hoodie making him stand out in his mostly gray surroundings. His hands stuffed in his pockets, he passed the time by trying to remember the words to [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4YlTUDnsWMo]Bad Moon Rising[/url] by Creedence Clearwater Revival.