As Jason got closer to his car, he heard what sounded like wolves in the distance. He thought it was odd, because there weren't any wolves around that area, unless they were domesticated. Maybe it was a dog.
As he kept walking, the howling became louder and louder, as if whatever was making the noise was coming closer. And by the time Jason arrived at his car, the howling sounded as if it was coming from only 50 feet away. He looked in that direction, but only saw grass and trees. It was late at night and the theater parking lot was not very well lit, so it was really hard to make out anything at all.
He hurriedly pulled out his keys and unlocked the driver's side door, thinking that the dog making those noises might be rabid. Better to be safe than sorry.
But when he opened the door, he saw a blur of fur (out of the corner of his eye) coming directly at him. It pushed him to the ground, hard. So hard that Jason thought that he might have broken something.
He opened his eyes, but wished he hadn't. It wasn't a dog. It was a ... no, those aren't real. Are they? It looked like a werewolf, very similar to the ones he saw in the movie.
As his mind was reeling to figure out if he was hallucinating or not, the creature began to scratch him. But this wasn't a playful scratch. This was a lethal one. After two minutes of slashing, the creature got up and left, with no reason why. Jason had been beaten, bad. Blood poured out from his wounds over his ripped clothing and onto the pavement. He thought he was going to die, since he thought that he'd never be able to get to a hospital in time.
But what happened next was unexpected. Lying on the ground, dying, he looked up at the sky. The partly cloudy sky. He watched a fairly large cloud move away from the full moon, revealing it fully.
And that's when he started to change.
