John was seated at his desk, doing exactly what he always does at five in the morning. Hovering over a fresh cup of coffee. He sipped from his cup lightly giving it time to cool between sips. John looked around his office, his desk was a clutter of papers, to his left were a row of cabinets along the wall, to his right a closed window overlooking the parking lot, and below it was the couch that served as his bed last night. Tourist season had always been the busiest part of the year for him, most nights were spent at the office. That could be the reason why Sam’s so distant? He reflected. He glanced at his watch as he took another sip from his cup, soon his coworkers would be lazily staggering into work. John took a pin from his desk and scribbled a note on one of the papers about his desk, it read “Remind Rione to clean my office today.” John allowed a smile to form on his face, he so did like to shove his work load on other people. Today marked the first of November, tourist season would be coming to an end with the coming cold, and his work load would dramatically decrease. Rising from his chair he made for the door just opposite from his desk. He stopped a moment to grab his jacket from the coat rack before heading out, when suddenly his phone rang. John sighed and closed the door, if someone was calling his personal office number at this hour it must be pretty important. Heading back to his desk he began searching for the phone buried under mounds of paper and empty coffee cups. Most of the mess fell to the floor as he pushed them aside. When he finally found the phone he cursed aloud before answering the line. “Hello, John’s office.” “John, I’ve been trying to reach you all night. It’s Barnes. I’ve been calling your house all night.” Jacob Barnes was a sheriff from a few counties over. John had known Jacob most of his career, they had even worked together a few times. “Yeah, I was working late yester-” John began. “Never mind that John, listen. You’ve got trouble heading your way.” John maneuvered around his desk so he could sit back down in his chair. “What Kind of trouble?” “The kind that gets placed on the front page of paper.” Jacob began. “A few weeks ago a band of bikers rode into town. I didn’t think much of it considering the amount of traffic that passes through the town during this time of the year. Well, no sooner did they arrive did people’s pets and livestock start going missing. Then shortly after we started getting missing people reports right after the other.” John knew at once what Jacob was talking about, even if the old man didn’t truly know himself. “First we did what we’re supposed to do, ask question and investigate. I began to turn my attention to the bikers. They took to camping on the outskirts of town during the evening, so I dove out to one of their older sites and started rummaging around… and I found something.” Jacob’s voice began to sound desolate and hollow. It sounded like something was weighing him down. John knew the old man well enough to know that he didn’t get emotional easy. “I found charred bones, a lot of them. I’m having my men dig up the ground around their more recent camps, and we’ve been finding a lot more bones John.” “And you say their heading my way?” John asked. “Yes, I believe so. They lit out yesterday morning before I started digging around. John, I hate to put this on you, but some of them people missing are kids. We’re going through the remains we’ve found, but as of yet none of them appear human. But I can’t shake this sick feeling in my gut.” “Don’t worry Jacob, if they’re headed here I’ll be waiting for them.” John ended. As John hung up the phone he took a long breath and scratched at the back of his neck. The sun was beginning to rise over the mountains to flood the valley below with light. He steadily rose from his chair and walked over to the couch he had slept on. Along the arm rest lay his holster, and his firearm. He had never before had to use it, not in the small town he lived in. Although now he feared he might have too.