text: "We need to go, now. They're probably already dead," you say.
  
  
  "Yes, sir," Haygarth says. "We must prepare the coach."
  
  
  Over the next few minutes, you board up whatever scrap wood you can over the carriage windows. Soon, you have what amounts to a massive, armored wooden box.
  
  
  "You can fire out the slits, to protect the horses. Hopefully, they'll be fast enough to escape the beasts' claws."
  
  
  Dasha climbs into the coach as Haygarth positions the reigns through the coach itself, so that he can control the horses without exposing himself.
  
  
  "Make as much noise as possible, to draw the werewolf's attention to us instead of the horses," Haygarth says, as he climbs in the coach. "Now, open the stable doors."
  
  
  You take a deep breath, unlatching the stable doors. You give them a hefty push open, as Haygarth yells at the horses to go. You run forward, grabbing onto the back of the coach and pulling yourself inside as Haygarth grabs the door and slams it shut behind you. You raise your rifle, pressing it to a firing shot and looking outside. The wolves are outside, as they prowl about the walls and the courtyard like a bad rabble, fighting over the bodies, both dead and living, of peasants, as well as searching for a way in. The big, albino one notices you, and lets out a loud, powerful howl, and the wolves charge.
  > You target the nearing werewolves
  You target the nearing werewolves, firing bullet after bullet. The silver bullets slam into the beasts as they howl, many collapsing and falling away. You keep them away from the coach, but not the horses. As you just make it past the castle gates and smashing past the viceroy's coach, the werewolves tear the horses apart as they neigh and whiny in terror as they're devoured by the eager wolves. You coach quickly slows down, slamming into a tree and stopping suddenly.
  
  
  "Shit!" Dasha yells.
  
  
  Shit. You need to act.
  > You get out and run towards the nearest village
  "Run!" you yell, kicking open the carriage door and leaping outside into the forest. 
  
  
  You sprint forward, as the werewolves reach the carriage. You hear Haygarth, simply too slow to flee, scream in pain. You keep running, before you feel your back breaking as the werewolf's claw smashed into your hack, the knife-like claws cutting through your leather duster and slashing through your flesh. You roll to the ground with a scream, as the werewolf leaps onto you, it's weight crushing you. It's wet saliva dripping onto your face, it howls at the moon in an act of triumph, before it lunges forward, biting deep into your throat.