Wasting no time, Samora grabs her guns and shoots, when silhouette appears to be in the range of her weapons. Two silver bullets hit it, causing it to fall on earth without a sound. She whistles to herself, thinking how easily it went. She thought that killing a werewolf will be hard, but it was just a piece of cake.
She leaves her hideout and moves to the lying shape. Sounds of the guns cause villagers to awake, some are already moving there. They’re holding improvised weapons, rakes, forks and old shotguns. Samora waves to them.
“You don’t have to worry” she says “I killed that bastard!”
Villagers cheer up after hearing her words. She approaches the killed werewolf… and stops. It’s not a werewolf, it’s just a human. Very tall human, but definitely, not a beast. Villagers approach her standing there with her eyes open wide from disbelief.
“Damn! It’s not a fuckin’ werewolf! It’s a woodcutter!”
“Murderess! She killed him!”
“Wait, it’s not…”
“Get that bitch!”
“Kill her!”
Villagers surround her quickly. Samora tries to defend herself but she can’t fight against all of them at once. Something hits her head from behind. She fell on earth. More blows came; they’re kicking and hitting her with everything they got. Someone takes her guns away. Samora is sure that she won’t survive it.
“Hung that bitch!”, someone produces rope. Villagers grab Samora. Someone puts a noose on her neck. She fights for her life, but is on the loosen position. Rope is already on the nearest tree. Samora knows that she has maybe two or three minutes of life.
Suddenly, loud howl filled the air.
“It’s a werewolf!”, someone cries. Villagers leave her, running away as fast she they could. Samora is left there, with a noose on her neck, beaten and bruised. Without her guns she is virtually defenseless.
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