Michelle ran as fast as she could back to the campfire, tripping several times. "Guys! Guys!" she shouted, panicking, knowing HE was probably right on her heels.
"Woah, woah, woah, sweetie," said her boyfriend Mike, catching her in his arms. "What's wrong?"
"This...this guy...he," Michelle whirled around, looking for the stranger, "he..he's insane or something. He threatened to kill me...he..he said you were werewolves...," she struggled to speak, but her brain had hit a kind of shock point, and had begun to shut down.
"Shh...calm down hon, okay?" Mike said, guiding her back to the campfire, sitting her down on the ground.
"What's up?" asked Tom, a look of concern on his face.
"There's an agent somewhere around...possibly more; I don't know. One of them just got at Michelle," Mike replied, gesturing to his wide-eyed girlfriend.
"FUCK!" said Tom, leaping to his feet.