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?”

attack started on campus, so it took a little while for things to spread. People started packing their things up and running out of town as soon as the first group of rogues appeared, but I hid. It’s not like I would have had anywhere to go,

asked. “Couldn’t you have gone home

sudden, James froze when I mentioned his parents. 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

would be better to just lay low here,” was all he said. I decided not to question further. I

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

it hadn’t been quite long enough for the town to lose power or running 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 everything I’d been through, the hot water cascading over my

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

watched from the

I caught a glimpse of the box

For killing werewolves.

thinking, emerging from the shadows, “are those silver

on his work. “Of course,”

felt a pit begin to form in my

up at me with a slight, sinister smile on his face. The pit 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. Half of