When Tom was young, he was bitten by a werewolf. Every week he has to take an antidote to prevent himself from turning into a werewolf. One day, he realised he was out of the antidote. The recipe for making the antidote was tough. He had until midnight before he would turn into a werewolf. The problem was, he lived miles from any shop and had no car. He had to go on foot. He was slowly transforming into a werewolf. There was little time left.
“Which way to the shops?” It panted.
“That way,” Someone nervously said.
I arrived too late. I was stuck as a werewolf forever.