For as long as I can remember I have ran. Ran from love, ran from pain, and ran for the sheer joy of it. That the reason why I brought a huge house. I bought the house beacause of it twisting, winding, very long road. And that's the only reason. Every morning I wake up, and put on my running clothes, go outside, and run  along the road.

But this morning something wasn't right, I was pumped, so I was doing my stretches. But their was a fog coming in, and the air smelt like ozone, and something else. Something that I had never smelt before. Something dangerous. Something not human. I started to run back to the house, when a blast of air blew into my ear. I turned around and screamed, out of the fog, walked something from the horror genre. It had black eyes, that seemed to glow, and resembled a..... wolf. And then I passed out.