"Stage two, if we're lucky," said Chris.
"Think we can save him?" asked Mike.
Across the street, the man they'd been hunting through New York since midnight was now coming towards them, ploughing through the snow that covered the sidewalk.
Chris pulled the antidote from his pack. "Guess we'll find out."
As the man reached the pair, he raised his grey, clawed hands, and ripped his jacket off, revealing a torso covered in white fur.
"Or stage three," said Chris.
The creature lashed out at Mike but Chris ducked and managed to jab the syringe between its ribs.
The creature collapsed.
Mike glared at the wound on his hand.
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Chris And Mike vs The World
ParanormalMike's life is as boring as they come. Miserable job. A family that hates him. He's going nowhere, fast. And then his old school friend Chris is released from a mental institute and left in his care. While Mike tries to find someone to take Chris of...
