Benson felt uneasy, being alone in a room was never a problem for him, but here, in this haunted blasted place, it felt like every bump, every creek, every tatter of a window in the wind was something coming for him, he knew somewhat how a rifle works, perks of being a millionaire Benson has fired almost every weapon in his spare time.
The AK was half empty, he saw the duffel bag lying one side and checked it, inside he found rounds and filed up the mag. Feeling happier about the fresh magazine he looked up but flinched, at the door stood a wolf but a normal one, it still made it eery, and awkward, it didn't snarl or growl, it just stood there watching him.
"Uh, good wolfy?" He mumbled gripping the AK.
Now it reacted, drawing it's lips far back, exposing it's white canines, he aimed the rifle but it was suddenly gone.
