wow, this is cool. Keep it going.

Just a side note before I begin again, I will write better in the story. Xander MacKai will learn how to write properly! I know it's also somewhat vague and lacking in detail but I have lots of plans-Edited
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August 13th, 2011-9:30 PM
     Dear Journal,
                           My parents left today. It’s also the full moon so I am writing this before I change and I will come and get it later. It’s really a weird feeling, the first time hurt me really bad even. I don’t talk about it though.
     I’m by a large tree near a park. I liked to spend the evening here before I change. Nobodies ever here, but I heard they might be running by with the police because I think they seen me coming here but I’m not to worried. They can’t run faster than a wolf.
     When I saw my reflection in a pool once, I was a white wolf with gray flecks. I had the tail, the fur coat, fangs and everything but somehow it still looked like me. The eyes were green so I guess that helped but otherwise I was a wolf.
      I just am kind of sitting here thinking of what will happen. My parents used to say I think to much now they say I’m just to lazy and I’m not thinking at all. I guess maybe they don’t know kids don’t just think about sports and math. I wonder how they can do that, and I think the other kids do that so maybe it’s some kind of a stereotype. The other kids, in fact my friends have started to pull away from me. I used to be one of those funny guys whose into wrestling and is a clown. Now the popular guys don’t like me, but the unpopular kids won’t let me into their group now because I was one of the popular guys who used to harass them. I can tell if the kids are gossiping about me because of my new better hearing, and it gets me into nothing but trouble. I want to chase after the football and bite it, which sounds funny in retrospect but is the same as my hearing.
      I think maybe I need to find some other werewolves if there is any. I mean I might be the only one but I have a feeling I’m not. I hope I’m not so much-I think I see some lights.
That’s weird, hold on, I’ll write more later tonight or tomorrow morning.

Last edited by FenrirVik (2008-12-29 23:09:21)

yeah, keep it up dude.

Yes it is. I will have more soon. I also will have more background detail later, I know this is concerning to me at least. I also understand he seems simple, once again, don't worry! he is a dynamic character.

I'd just like to add the fact he went to summer school. I say that later but I know people are going to be wondering. And I know it's rough, but it is purposely made with errors right now.

Okay, I have more of the story now, for anyone who is reading. This is two entries because of length. Also, if there is any points you don't like about the story or things you do, please be specific and let me know. I think I was recently disheartened some by a friend who read it, but they weren't specific so please tell me.
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    August 14th, 2011-12:48 PM
     Dear Journal,
                           I don’t know what happened. I really don’t. I changed and like with every full moon I don’t remember much of what happened afterward. I do remember screaming. Large amounts of screaming.
     I haven’t seen an officer all day. I haven’t heard any with my super human hearing either, and I don’t smell them. There is another smell I can’t place that is terribly rotten. I think I might be trapped in here. I haven’t heard any noises at all other than crows and birds singing. I wonder what has happened to those people. I believe there is only one way out now if no one is here. I must change into my hybrid wolf form and see if I can move the bars.
     I couldn’t. I tried it and did my best but there’s no one here. I’m starting to wonder about that bioweapon from those terrorists. Did they release it? Did I survive? No probably just the government actually beginning to get concerned. In any case I’m going to try and pick the lock with my claws. I sure do hope it works.
    August 14th, 2011-6:21 PM
     Dear Journal,
                           It’s getting dark now. I have seen horrible things today. I don’t want to speak of them. I almost hope I’ll die.
     I was able to successfully pick the lock with my claws. I got out of my cell and turned quickly to look where the officer was but there was only his body, a shell, and papers scattered everywhere. Blood was coming from his eyes which were red, and some from his mouth. It was the same for the few people in the rest of the cells and drunk tanks.
     Right then, I knew it. The super virus killed everyone except me.
     It is in a way, freedom. I have no more pressures to worry about. My classmates won’t pick on me ever again. My adopted parents can’t harass me. But then, I remember the good times. What about the time I won that award for wrestling? What about the family vacation to Mount St. Helen? I have more questions now then ever I guess. Is everyone really dead? Did I live because I am a werewolf? Are there more werewolves who lived? Should I even live?
     The thoughts are biting at me. Everywhere I went in town the shades are pulled on the houses where those people probably enjoyed their last few minutes. I am in a way glad I don’t remember anything. Anything except the screaming. Some people are dead in their cars, or there is blood from where the struggled along the ground to get out. Some are on the street, maybe coming home from a late party when they died. I thought I was lonely earlier. Now here I am, making up stories about people whose bodies are being picked at by crows.
     The crows remind me of what I am. Perhaps I should go and live in the wilderness with wolves who have lived. No, I have been a human for far to long, and I now love my body which the dead on the street have been robbed of.
     I was hungry and horrifically the wolf side of me, told me to go and pick at the bodies but I held back and stayed away for nauseated by that thought. I decided to go and ring doorbells. I walked up to my first house where I rang the bell. No one answered. I did it again. I then walked inside where I seen a family lying on the floor the same as the lone officer and the man by his car. I almost vomited at their faces now, but there was nothing in me, so I guiltily went and raided their cupboards. I pulled out some canned food, along with cold turkey in the fridge and ate it in their backyard. The sun was still pretty high in the sky. I was chewing when I saw the family dog rush out of the house.
     I hadn’t thought much of what would happen to family pets. I now realized little dogs would die and the larger ones like this black golden retriever would turn wild and roam in packs. The dog seemed to like me so I gave him some turkey. If I had one purpose for now perhaps I could save the pets.
     Now filled up I traveled through house and made sure there was no more pets. I fed the dog with it’s food and carried it to the next house. The next house held cats which I fed and then released. The next houses held tiny dogs which I fed and released, fish whom I took down to the creek (if they were freshwater) and I let go all the cats and other pets. I got to the school abruptly and the black retriever had followed me the whole time. It was funny, the way I looked up at the street lights and they dimly glowed, soon growing dimmer and dimmer. I opened up the door to the place where I went to summer school to get ahead. This was where I had been failing, and many kids here went to summer school. I felt safer here even though I had been rejected here and such. I searched the whole school and fortunately found no dead bodies.
     I opened the door to the health room and found spare blankets in here. I just didn’t want to return home. Something seemed eerie, to have to walk back to the uninhabited place. The moon is beginning to rise now. I have much thinking to do now. Enough to drive me crazy perhaps but thinking all the same. More tomorrow as I have much to do.

Thank you. I will have some later. Thank you to everyone who reads this story.

Thanks Moonfur! I'll put more on now. (I'm not sure exactly what pace to go at, but if you like this, take heart! I'm already coming up with ideas for a second!)
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    August 15th, 2011-8:46 PM
     Dear Journal,
                           Today was almost comforting. I went to some of the stores and got a backpack. I can now carry things I want. I accessed some of the computers with what little backup power they had and listened to music. I got myself an iPod Transport, which is the newest way to hold songs. I took great comfort in hearing others voices and I had it on the whole time talking to myself some. I got more blankets for myself and other things. I could do whatever I wanted now. It was a little lonely, but if I was going to die and be the last one I would live the rest of my days in style. I had everything I wanted. Except a friend.
     I did have Jumper though and he was like having a real person to be with aside from the whole language barrier thing. I took care of more pets for awhile. I hung out a while. It was nice to be able to turn into my wolf form without being persecuted like I knew I would have been with people. It was how I traveled in fact. I stayed away from most of the bodies, and saw some of the pets I released even. Only about an hour ago I had to head home because it was getting a little darker (aside from the moonlight to travel by) and I thought of the animals who would flourish without humans. My city wasn’t an especially large one but still, animals like bear could come and roam. The world would become a wilderness now. I could tell, none of the power plants were working, meaning no one was getting to them. As far as I know the world is dead.
     I sat down and thought about what could I at least do to keep humans (or at least some variant of them) alive. So I went to the language room and took out a language book. As much as I didn’t really want to do this it was my responsibility as the last person on Earth. I took some books out the library and I will try and read them tomorrow.
     I think I’ve been taking this especially well considering I haven’t got out of control with shifting (I’m working on my words!) and I haven’t cried…to much. I think I will try to work on doing it better, faster, or maybe slower and get more control. I have some ideas for what I can do with that. I promise I will have more tomorrow, if there is one.

Moonfur, I already got an outline of the story. I don't want to give any spoliers though.

It's fine. I haven't written much lately because I've been busy and will be for at least until Monday or maybe later. Here's more though. Enjoy!
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August 16th, 2011-7:19 PM
     Dear Journal,
                           I’m starting to get lonely. Jumper’s nice but he can’t talk to me, at least in a complex human way. I listen to the music while I walk and do things but the people don’t respond.
     Today I finally realized it’s been awhile since I got a shower. I had to wash in the creek which just about froze me to death. At least I’m clean though now, which also raised my spirits some. The crows are cleaning up their part too. It’s better to not have to look at the bodies.
     I also went to help those which I released. I think the cats are getting plenty of their fill from the mice and rats who were once separated by a glass wall. I took two big bags of dog food from the department store where I have been spending much time and ripped them open for the dogs. I got another bag for Jumper at home. The dogs came fast upon the food and I think they’re already starting to lose the domesticated side of them. The largest ate first, and snapped at the littler dogs, so I had a couple fights to stop. I stayed watching them for an hour then I went to see if any more pets were out there.
     I did that for several hours when I realized if I didn’t get them by tomorrow they’d be dead anyway probably. There were already several dead fish, (the fish were harder to take to the creek anyway.) I went back and set out cat food, even though I’m sure the dogs will eat that, since cats never really were domesticated anyway.
     Jumper hasn’t lost his domesticated side, or at least he hasn’t like those dogs have. They aren’t completely wild mind you, but they are starting to get edgier. Jumper still likes to play and acts as goofy as I imagine a dog would.
     I am getting better with this shifting, probably because I’m doing it so much now. I do it to go places, I did it to break up the dog fights, I do it now much more. It comes easy to me, but I do feel bad a little, as though it makes me lose my human side. I guess you have to do whatever to survive though. I’ll write more tomorrow.

Thanks! My inspiration was a little from I Am Legend, when the dog dies. Tore me up inside.

Glad you like it. I do think I will write more in a few days.