text: You limp over to the table, breathing heavily. You slowly go up to the corpses of your friends, too tired and exhausted to even feel sick or disgusted. You're just a professional doing one more job, you don't have time for disgust.
  
  
  You strip yourself a mismatched outfit from the corpses to at least afford you some protection from the cold, before grabbing a revolver and holstering it by your side. You grab a knife and sheath, attaching it to your belt, before looking to your shotgun. Running your hands along its familiar contours, you smile, feeling a sense of finality come over you.
  
  
  "Just one more push," you say to yourself, loading the shells into the cold metal chamber. 
  
  
  Your gear ready and costume on, you look to the map one more time, scanning the paths you can take to get to the equipment area. Once you're sure of the way to go, you head off through the tunnels. Marching through the mine shafts at a reasonable, you keep your shotgun raised and your ears twitching. At this point, the beast is raging again inside of you, its sense allowing you to hear ever creak through the caverns and smell every scent. Its only through focusing on the painful silver throughout your body and fighting the beast every step of the way, but exhaustion is meaning that's getting harder and harder.
  
  
  Stumbling down the hallway, you hear the distant growls of a werewolf pack echoing off the walls. You flinch, as your ears perk up and you realize that the sounds are growing louder. A group of werewolves, more than one but no more than four or five, are coming. You swear under your breath, ready to fight them off.
  > You set an ambush
  An ambush, if done well enough, could wipe out the werewolves that prowl through the corridors, which would mean you're able to continue your planned route to the storage area. You hold up, prying yourself in cover with your weapon ready.
  
  
  You see them in the dark mineshaft, a group of four prowling werewolves walking at a slow trot through the tunnels. If you open fire from the distance, you have more time before they reach you to take them all down, but if you open fire from closer, you'll preserve ammo, something you're running short on. 
  > You wait unitl they're close to make the most of your limited shotgun ammo
  You wait for them them to move closer, and closer, watching intently as they come within the definite kill range.
  
  
  Moving out of cover, you fire, and your first blast blows away a werewolf, sending it slamming into the wall. You swivel, pumping out the used shell and firing again as you take off another werewolf's head, but at this point, they're upon you.
  
  
  A claw swipe bursts forward, hitting you in the side of head with the force of a baseball bat covered with knives. You hit the mineshaft all with a thud, the world going black and fuzzy as you can feel the warm, wet blood run down your face. You look up, seeing a vague shape lunging towards you.
  
  
  You don't survive the next strike.