Walter Gramsdale's Story

Walter stood in front of the prison, trying to hold back the crowd of people shouting for the execution of the werewolf. He shouted to the masses, "The werewolf is under control, please go to your homes and lock your doors until it's safe!" He received a few angered shouts, and someone mentioned his brother and his father. That was an underhanded move, but it was true. His father and brother were killed by a werewolf breach a few years back, and they'd killed it that time. Why not this time? Walter didn't much care for this werewolf's death quite as much as the last because his family wasn't involved, but he wondered why they'd kept this one alive. He couldn't help but wonder why this one got special privileges. Of course, this was the first one that he knew of that hadn't died in the initial breach. Another shout rang out, and some mud passed over his head that someone had thrown.

"Please calm down, and go back to your homes!" He shouted again, along with another guard down the row. There were four out there, but another came from inside making the group five. Another bit of mud landed on Walter's boot, and he let out another shout in tandem with another guard. If he joined in when another guard shouted, it made them a bit louder.