Man at War – Excerpt No. 131

19 January 2026

It howled again, but this time it sounded angry. Just because vampires were their natural prey, it did not mean Marc would just roll over and die. He dug in his feet and charged the creature.

Not to be outdone the eight feet fall killing machine did the same, approaching on all fours and launching dirt and rocks behind it. Marc knew he had one way out of this.

He emptied out the remaining chambers of his pistol aiming this time for the head. Had he been lucky he might have gotten an eye, instead he got more of the same. Can’t blame me for trying.

a cinematic photo of a fierce Werewolf with sharp claws and teeth, glowing yellow eyes, and thick gray fur, charging down the crumbling remnants of a deserted road lined with shattered streetlights, overturned cars, and rubble-filled buildings, set against the dark and ominous backdrop of a bombed out town at night, with a full moon hanging low in the sky, casting an eerie glow over the devastated landscape, captured in a dramatic and haunting photography style with deep shadows, high contrast, and muted colors, emphasizing the monster's intense movement and the desolate atmosphere of the war-torn town.

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