I woke up early, not long after dawn. I was glad my parents weren't home, because I was eager to check the news about the infection.
I logged on to Netscape, figuring I'd get more accurate news online, rather than relying on potentially censored news from CNN. The quick headlines popped up on the homepage, and I nearly spit out my coffee when I read the first one: "LeAnn Rimes Can't Fight the Moonlight"
I clicked on the link,curious as hell. Apparently LeAnn Rimes, during her performance of "Can't Fight the Moonlight" had transformed into a werewolf, proving she couldn't fight it either.I smiled. Apparently my wishes lent themselves to a bit of humour. There were no further updates about her, or even her whereabouts.
Every news site I hit was filled with headlines, though none quite so sensational as the one about LeAnn Rimes. I couldn't help but be amused at how many of the interviews in the articles were from witnesses who were bitten, but "seemed to be fine now," according to the interviewer.
Tonight would be even wilder, but that was still quite awhile away.
Then the phone rang