What's with the pizza??

Another day in the allegedly werewolf-infested village of Athens. Strangely enough, it seemed like a quiet day. After the protestors returned to their homes Tuesday night, they remained fairly quiet since then. After all, there still was no proof that the werewolves were real.

That doesn't mean they're not there though…

Our four werewolves were gathered in a dark corner in the leader's apartment. The curtains were drawn, and they discussed their evil plans in hushed tones.

"Our previous attack didn't go through," the leader in a raspy voice. "We need to do better."

"I agree," said one of the cronies. "Although I don't understand why we're whispering—no one else is here righ—"

"Enough!" He was cut off. "We must plan better. Apparently we're out of practice."

Once their devious plans were made, the immediately set them into action. They headed off towards the nearest Waffle House first—I mean, even werewolves like Waffle House! Just as they left though, a cop pulled up and arrested Carlos, exclaiming wildly, "To the Dungeon with you! Bwahaha!".

Weird cop, they thought.

They then went to the Institute building real quick because one of them left their cell phone there. Brandon was there, sleeping, with a sign on him saying, "Do not disturb." They presumed he'd be in this little Sanctuary all day.

Anyway, once the werewolves had their errands run, they realized weird things were happening to them. It seems like just as they went to attack someone, a large bus came, obscured the victim from view, and by the time it left, the victim was gone. As they were getting near to another, one of the stepped in gum and totally ruined their shoes. That stopped them for a while. One time, they passed a Pizza place on the way, and had to get some. I mean, for real. Weird things like that happened unusually often.

Anyway, they decided to go home. Foiled by the strange forces of the villagers, they went home once again victim-less, though not particularly hungry this time.