It was a dark and stormy night in the outskirts of Possum Town, and it was making Gerry’s life a living hell as he tried to walk through the woods towards the Biden Mansion.

It was cold, wet, and extremely dark, and it seemed almost like his flashlight wasn’t working as well as it should.

Gerry Thompson was a member of the famous SUNS. team, a special police force dedicated to the most dangerous of missions that Possum Town, a small city in Canada, could offer.

They mostly got sent on noise complaint missions.

But that all changed when, recently, a string of murders and kidnappings happened. It was odd to see such things in Possum Town, and all evidence pointed towards the long-abandoned Biden Mansion in the middle of the woods.

Gerry was scared out of his mind at the thought of coming face to face with an actual serial killer, but he was sent out anyways with the rest of his team:

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Larry, the brave leader of the squad.

Jerry, the smart guy of the squad.

Garry, the strong guy of the squad.

Himself, Gerry, the scared guy.

And also Bob. He was there, too.

Up ahead on point, Larry held up a fist, telling them all to be quiet. “Don’t say a thing. I hear something near us.”

Gerry strained his ears and could just barely hear the sound of running and panting. The noises were getting closer and closer. It sounded like a pack of dogs, almost, but… wrong. Gerry brought his gun to bear.

“What are you doing you idiot?! Lower your weapon, if you shoot someone’s dog then the police department’s doomed!” Larry shouted, tearing away Gerry’s shotgun.

“B-but what if they attack us?” Gerry asked.

Larry chuckled, “C’mon, they’re probably just a bunch of little puppies who wouldn’t hurt a f-.” Larry was cut off when a massive shape barreled into him and tore out his throat, blood spraying everywhere.

Gerry screamed, and the others tried to frantically unholster their weapons, but it was too late. They were soon being attacked by the frenzied dogs as well.

Gerry managed to get a good look at the dog tearing Barry’s corpse apart. It had rotten, bug-bitten skin, and it was surrounded by a swarm of sandflies.

The creature gave an ominous growl, and Gerry had just enough time to scream before the mangy beast jumped on him and ended his terror.