The Legend of the Werechicken

"Wait, wait, wait, what did you say happened?"

"I've got bitten by a werechicken!"

"A… were… chicken…" Adam paused to analyze whether or not his friend was being serious, "Matt, what drugs are you on?"

"I'm serious! It was… evil! And… it bit me!"

"Okay then, what do you want me to do about it?" Adam decided that Matt was too frantic to be joking.

"I don't know, just come over here and help me figure this out!"

"Calm down Matt, I'm on my way."

Adam made his way to his friend's apartment. He knocked on the door, and was promptly greeted by what appeared to be a half-man, half-chicken. "What the fu—?"

"Relax! It's me! Matt!"

"Matt… but… how?"

"I already told you! Never mind that, just, you have to help me?"

"How? Am I supposed to cure you somehow?"

"I don't know… I just…" At that moment, Matt's eyes widened, and turned a dark yellow color. He stared at Adam intently.

Adam looked at his friend. "Matt," he began, trembling in fear, "What are you—?"

He didn't even get to finish his sentence before being bitten.

It is said that werechickens hunt every full moon. It is also said that they make darn good chicken sandwiches, but only a few werechicken hunters still live today.