Under the Fullmoon

I will be periodically posting different parts of this story on here until I decide to combined all my random sections into a full story.  To set up the story, My character, in this story, is a recently divorced man who moved to a new town for a sense of freedom.  But the first night he arrives he is attacked by a werewolf and begins experiencing changes of his own. 

(first draft)

I needed to get home.  My head was spinning and I couldn't breathe.  I tried to run but I kept staggering to the ground.  I fell to my knees, for a moment, but forced myself back to my feet.  My house was still three, maybe four blocks away.  It was hard to tell.  My vision began to blur.  It felt like i had just taken multiple shots of absinthe in a row.

My vision came clear for a moment and I could see my home three houses down.  I felt an instant of relief before I found myself tumbling to my knees again.  Determined to get home, I started crawling.  I felt the cold grass touch my hands as I removed myself from the road.  I was so close... but too late...

I groaned as I felt my body changing.  I heard the now all to familiar sounds of my bones cracking and re-positioning.  I knew there was nothing I could do. I prayed that no one had followed me when I ran or was watching me.  I gave in and let the change take over.  I was gone.