Our mate wasn't around the house and the door was unlocked.
We all saw her drop the plate and the man get angry. He drug her away down the stairs. We knew something was wrong. It had been about ten minutes since they went down.
I opened the door and immediately ran down the stairs. Ned and the gang were hot on my trail.
The man was seemingly passed out in a chair in the nearly empty basement. A bottle of Scotch sat in his lap, empty.
I checked for his pulse. I shook my head to Ned, the old man was dead. And our mate was no where to be seen.
All of us began to feel panic, we lost mate. We sniffed the air. Her scent was still here.
We searched but we saw only metal walls and boxes.
Then I noticed a faint hum coming from the south wall. I went to it and saw a small handle behind some boxes. I pulled the handle and it opened to a walk in freezer.
With our mate curled up in the middle.
I know these are short but I'm mostly playing with this idea. Comment any thoughts please! :) -J.B²
