the chainsaw trials (ch.2)
Adam's p.o.v. I walk into the house. "Hello?," I mumble. No answer. "Hello?," I shout again. "Damn it,". "Whoa," I stammer in disbelief. A large fur walks toward me his boots pounding the old wooden planked floor. "What?," he asks. "I... ," I...
the chainsaw trials (ch.1)
_April_ 18, 1974 Adam and I were traveling down a desserted California highway in Adam's 1969 Chevrolet Camero on spring break the wind blowing through our fur whooping and hollering and listening to the radio. Adam is bulk-ish wolf and I'm a scrawny...