Chapter 52: Camping Trip
My Hockey Alpha
Somehow, I managed to fall asleep for a couple of hours that night. Those few hours of sleep were
fraught with nightmares, but at least I slept. When I woke up the next morning, I knew what I needed to
do.
I couldnât mention any of this to Enzo or Luke, because I knew that I wouldnât get a truthful response.
All of the clues were pointing to them; they had done something horrible to that man who drugged me.
Even though that man was a terrible person who only wanted to hurt me that night, it didnât mean that I
wanted anyone to be killed!
It was around eight oâclock in the morning when I climbed out of bed and started packing. I would need
a change of warm clothes, granola bars, a flashlight, a sleeping bag⦠Anything that would be useful for
camping.
I was going to go camping in the forest outside of Newburgh and investigate this murder myself.
But I couldnât go alone. Not only would it be dangerous, but it would also be too suspicious if I just took
off to go camping by myself over the weekend in the exact place that Enzo and Luke had likely killed
the businessman from the club.
I had to convince Lori and Jessica to go with me.
When I walked out into the living room dressed in a flannel, sweater, jeans, and hiking boots with my
backpack slung over my shoulder and my sleeping bag in my hand, Jessica and Lori both gave me a
puzzled look.
âUh⦠want a waffle, Wilderwoman?â
Lori said, holding up a plate of waffles that actually looked tantalizing
âSure,â I said, dropping my stuff on the floor and walking over to the kitchen. I took a waffle and
smothered it in butter and syrup while my friends ate in silence, still staring at me.
âYou going camping or something?â Jessica asked.
âI was planning on it,â I replied, trying my best to sound nonchalant. âYou guys should come.â
Lori and Jessica looked at each other, then at me.
âLike⦠right now?â Lori said with a mouthful of waffles.
I nodded as I cut into my waffle. âI mean, you guys can take your time getting ready. Thereâs no major
rush. I just wanna get out there today.
âWhat made you wanna go camping all of a sudden?â Jessica asked. âYou never struck me as such an
outdoorsy type.
âActually, my parents took me camping all the time growing up,â I replied, which was true. Many of my
childhood summers had been spent visiting national parks, exploring the wilderness, and getting bitten
by mosquitoes. I actually really enjoyed being out in nature, but eventually my dad started having heart
problems and couldnât risk being out in the middle of nowhere for days on end with no hospital in sight,
so we stopped going. Then I started college as a premed student and never found the time for it,
anyway. I was glad that I kept my camping supplies, though.
Jessica and Lori looked at each other again, then shrugged.
âIâll bring the weed,â Lori said.
âI suppose I could use some fresh air,â
Jessica added.Knowing that Jessica and Lori would be so willing to come with me made me happy and
nervous at the same time. Assuming that Enzo and Luke were the ones to kill the businessman from
the club, I knew it would be safe for me and my friends. They wouldnât hurt me or the people who were
close to me. But if it wasnât Enzo and Luke who killed the man, and just happened to be a different
werewolf, thenâ¦
I would be putting my friends in grave danger.
I thought back to before I met K, when I was doing research on werewolves. It may have just been an
old wivesâ tale, but the general consensus that I found on cryptozoology forums â even those that
were mostly frequented by casual lovers of the genre and not die-hard believers seemed to be that
silver bullets were the best option for killing a werewolf.
âLori, can I borrow your car while you guys get ready?â I asked, shoving the last bite of waffle in my
mouth. âI just wanna run out and grab a couple supplies.â
âUh, yeah, I guess,â Lori said, pointing to the key hook by the door. âMy keys are over there.â
âThanks.â I quickly washed my plate in the sink and grabbed Loriâs keys, leaving my friends still
somewhat confused.
I took Loriâs car and made a beeline for the gun shop just outside of town. It wasnât the most reputable
place, but that was exactly what I needed; I didnât have any permits to carry a gun, I didnât have a lot of
money, and I didnât need someone to question why I wanted a shotgun and silver bullets on a Friday
morning.
The bell on the shop door jingled when
I entered. It was dark inside, and while my eyes adjusted from the bright sun, I heard the gruff voice of
an older woman who sounded like sheâd been smoking cigarettes for fifty years call out to me.
âMorninâ, hun,â she said.
My eyes adjusted so I could finally make out the woman. She was short and stocky, with gray hair
pulled up into a neat bun on the top of her head, and was wearing a beat-up flannel tucked into jeans
with a quilted vest on top.
âMorning,â I said, sheepishly approaching the counter. âIâm here to buy a gun.â
âYeah, I kinda gathered that, this beinâ a gun shop and all,â she said with a gravelly chuckle.
I felt a bit embarrassed, realizing now that I had no clue what I was doing. It seemed that the woman
noticed, too.
âSelf defense, huntinâ, or both?â she asked, leaning on the counter as I approached.
âUm⦠Both, I guess,â I replied, looking around at the gun displays that lined the walls.
âHm⦠Tiny girl like you, clearly inexperiencedâ¦â
I gritted my teeth, expecting her to tell me that she wasnât going to sell me a gun and to get the hell out
of her store.
ââ¦Youâre gonna want somethinâ that donât got a lotta recoil and thatâs easy to reload,â she said, turning
and walking over to the display behind the counter. I relaxed my shoulders and let out a quiet sigh of
relief as she scratched her chin and walked back and forth, searching for something.
Finally, the old woman grabbed a box off of a shelf and carried it over to the counter, setting it down in
front of me.
âThis will probably do just fine for a little thing like you,â she said, which was almost comical considering
the fact that she was shorter than me. â Bolt action rifle. A step up from a squirrel gun, but if itâs self
defense youâre lookinâ for, itâll get the job done. Not bad for huntinâ, either.â
âHow big of an animal could it kill?â I asked.
The old woman raised an eyebrow. â Donât go shootinâ a moose or a bear, thatâs for sure,â she said.
âWhy? Whatâre you planninâ on killinâ?â
I bit my lip as I tried to come up with a response. Before I came up with anything, however, she waved
her hand and spoke again.
âNevermind. Thatâs your business. Hang on a sec. Iâll be right back.â
The woman grabbed the box and disappeared into the back of the store, returning a few long minutes
later with a different gun. My eyes widened when she set the box down on the counter.
âPump-action shotgun. You know, like in those old western movies. The recoil will hurt your shoulder
like a bitch, but thisâll take down just about anything with the right ammo.â
âHow about silver bullets?â I blurted out.
The old woman paused, her eyes widening, like she knew exactly what I was planning on killing if the
need arose. She looked around, as if checking to make sure this wasnât some sort of prank, then
wordlessly reached under the counter and pulled -out a box of ammo.
It was unlabelled, but we both knew what it was.
âThank you,â I said, handing her a wad of all the cash I had on me. âThis is all I have. I hope itâs
enough.â
The old woman shook her head. âNo. Keep your money. Just⦠be safe out there, kid. You hear me?â
A couple of hours later, Lori, Jessica and I were packing up Loriâs car for the camping trip. I wrapped
the gun and ammo in a blanket and stashed it under the back seats, hoping that I wouldnât have to use
it, then ran to the grocery store and picked up firewood and food for the weekend. Soon, we were ready
to go.
Just as I was about to get in the car, I couldâve sworn I saw Lukeâs hoodie peering out at me from
behind a building, watching me.
It didnât matter, though.
I would be long gone before they even knew where I was going