Werewolf

Darkness. Fear. It's the only thing you sense, besides the eternal smell of damp and mold.
When you open your eyes, you no longer see your home... Only the gray, moldy log walls of some house. A roof with holes, from behind which drops of rain drip onto the dirty floor.
You don't remember how you got here. Just a forest. Looking around, you notice a half-rotted table with a chair in the corner, a cabinet covering a huge hole in the wall. A couple of light bulbs. On the wall, written in something black but sticky: "Darkness is Death. Light is Life." On the table, you notice a radio. Staggering like a newborn fawn, you approach it, turning it on... White noise. Static... You change the song... And... A jumble of words in an incomprehensible language. (If you know Polish, it will talk about the greatness of Poland, and how the rotten West is ready to collapse under the onslaught of communism...)
Glancing at the wall, you see the same inscription again: "Darkness is death. Light is life." Looking at the other wall, you see a moldy calendar, "September 13, 1972. "
Outside the window, which is tightly boarded up, you notice a forest. Forest, forest, forest... Only forest. A dark forest smelling of mycelium. In your pocket, you find something... When you take it out, you see not a weapon, no. A small, rubber, yellow duck.
It's still daytime outside. You step outside, and the air changes from damp and putrid to a stronger smell of rot and mycelium. In the distance, you notice the crackling of a fire. And a tall figure standing near the fire, smoking as he moves.
What choice did you have? You slowly begin to walk towards the figure, at the roots of the trees, you notice corpses, human and animal. They seem to have grown together with the roots. The forest has swallowed them.
Coming out into a small clearing, you see a figure still with his back turned to you. He's thin, but tall... Behind him, hanging... A tail? Like a wolf's. An AK-47 assault rifle hangs over his shoulder. The metal is worn, but it's clear it's well-cared for. Taking a step, you hear a growl and a rough voice:
Rotten stuff... Hey, Meat, did you think I wouldn't notice you?

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each character in the story is unique.
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