My Hockey Alpha

Nina

James and I quickly and quietly made our way through the abandoned little town. As we walked, keeping to the rapidly growing shadows, I couldn’t help but notice the occasional blood stain on the ground or torn bits of clothing. The most disturbing thing that I saw was a child’s teddy bear laying discarder on the ground and covered in blood; I swallowed when I saw it, telling myself that maybe the child who that teddy bear belonged to just dropped it and it happened to get stained with blood, but there was a sinking feeling in the back of my mind that it wasn’t such a happy outcome.

Finally, we made it to the residential neighborhood. James led the way with his gun in his hands as the sky began to darken. He eventually led us to a small house, then down the outside stairs to the cellar. With a final glance over his shoulder, he pushed the door open and shut and locked it once we were both inside.

“Help me move this barricade back,” he said. I helped him push the piles of furniture and other heavy objects that he’d used as a barricade back into place. Finally, we could relax a little, and James led me upstairs where all of the windows were shut tightly and the blinds and curtains were closed.

“Whose house is this?” I asked, looking around with confusion.

James merely shrugged as he dropped his backpack on the kitchen table and began to rifle through it for cans of food. “I don’t know. I just started trying doors, and the basement door at this house was unlocked.”

I frowned, glancing around at the surroundings. There were no photographs or any signs of clutter. The furniture was sparse. It must have been a rental — or maybe that was what I just kept telling myself so I wouldn’t feel so bad for commandeering someone’s home.

As James opened some cans of soup and cooked them on the stove, I started to ask questions.

“Where were you when it started?” I asked. “And how did you wind up here?”

People started packing their things up and running out of

about your parents?” I asked. “Couldn’t you have gone

I couldn’t quite tell if it was just a sore subject from him, or if he wasn’t telling me everything. As I thought back to his father’s letter about the ‘family

just lay low here,” was all he said. I decided not to question further. I watched as he poured the soup into two bowls, then handed me one. I didn’t realize

while before James led me upstairs, where there were two bedrooms. It seemed that he already

water, so although we had to keep the lights off so as not to be seen, I was still able to take a shower… And after

finished, I stepped out and dried off before returning to the living room, where I heard the sounds of James clanking around with something metallic. As I descended the stairs, I could see that he

was cleaning his

being so meticulous, almost robotic. I watched from the darkness as he slowly and methodically cleaned each part,

glimpse of the box of

For killing werewolves.

without thinking, emerging from the shadows, “are those silver bullets?” My voice shook as I

and stayed focused on

pit begin to form in my

stomach grew larger as I looked at him. In the darkness, with only the dim light of a small lamp, he looked almost demonic.