<hr/><br/><div class="floatleft">(http://i180.photobucket.com/albums/x158/Punstarr/Hausse.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Jeremy Hausse<br/><strong>Creature Type:</strong>Natural Werewolf<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Woods near the Road down from the Doghouse<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Jesse, Anyone in the Roadhouse<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Jeremy had been watching the girl as she walked down the side of the road with her dog, so it came as a big surprise when she was suddenly hit by a truck.  His eyes went wide and he found himself leaping over the brush at the edge of the woods and running to the ditch where she lay.  Fuck fuck fuck.  She looked pretty bad.  He looked up and the truck was just continuing on like nothing had happened.  Bullshit.  He knew that truck had swerved to hit her... but why?  The dog warily sniffed at him as he checked her with his limited first aid experience from the military.  She still had a strong pulse.  That was good.  He pulled out his cell phone, or rather tried to.  He blinked as he found that it wasn't in his pocket like it should be.  Shit.  He must have lost it when he hit that tree.<br/><br/>Frowning, he picked her up carefully... he had to get her somewhere safe.  He had to save her.  He had to... he had to make sure she was alright.  He walked to the side of the road, hoping that a car would come by and see their predicament, stop and help.  No such luck.  No cars for the time being.  He sighed and spotted a roadhouse building up ahead.  Great.  They would likely have a phone.  He made his way as quickly as he could to the bar, pushing the door open with his foot.  Stepping inside, carrying the unmoving body of the girl, he spoke loudly and a bit frantically.<br/><br/><strong>"She got hit by a truck.  Hit and run... someone call 9-1-1 please!"</strong>