The Full Moon

In the dim light of the rooftop, the ominous banging of the door echoed like a harbinger of doom, threatening to give way to the relentless assault of the werewolf outside. Adam and Aiva stood frozen, the weight of imminent danger pressing down upon them like a suffocating blanket.

With urgency pulsing through his veins, Adam's mind raced, searching for a solution amidst the chaos. His eyes scanned the rooftop garden, settling on a glimmer of hope amidst the foliage—a coil of sturdy vines, woven together by nature's hand.

With nimble fingers, he began to unravel the vines, weaving them into a makeshift rope, each twist and knot a lifeline in the face of impending peril.As Adam secured the rope to a sturdy fixture on the rooftop, his gaze shifted to Aiva, her eyes wide with fear, her hands trembling with uncertainty. With a voice steadied by resolve, he urged her to descend first, offering reassurance in the face of her mounting terror.

But Aiva hesitated, her fear of heights a suffocating weight upon her shoulders. Sensing her reluctance, Adam made a split-second decision, his own fear pushed aside by an unwavering determination to protect her. With a gentle gesture, he motioned for her to step aside, his silent promise echoing through the air like a beacon of hope.With a deep breath, Adam descended into the unknown abyss below, his fingers gripping the rough texture of the makeshift rope, each movement a testament to his unwavering courage.

As he landed with a soft thud on the dew-kissed grass below, he turned his gaze upwards, his heart pounding in his chest as he awaited Aiva's descent.But Aiva's trembling form remained rooted to the rooftop, her eyes fixed on the looming figure of the werewolf, its snarling visage illuminated by the dim light filtering through the shattered doorway.

With a deafening roar, the beast tore through the remnants of the door, its primal fury unleashed upon the unsuspecting duo.In a moment of sheer terror, Aiva's grip faltered, her fingers slipping from the taut rope as she plummeted towards the unforgiving ground below. But before she could meet her fate, Adam sprang into action, his body moving on instinct as he lunged forward, his arms outstretched in a desperate bid to save her.

With a heart-stopping thud, Adam caught Aiva in his arms, the force of her fall driving the breath from his lungs as they crashed to the ground in a tangle of limbs and desperation. As they lay entwined amidst the wreckage, the world around them faded into insignificance, their gazes locked in a silent exchange of gratitude and understanding.But as the echoes of their harrowing ordeal faded into the night, a new reality emerged—one fraught with uncertainty and danger. For amidst the wreckage of their escape, Aiva's broken ankle served as a stark reminder of the perils that awaited them in the shadows of the unknown.Aiva's face twisted in agony as she tried to put weight on her injured ankle, pain shooting through her with every step.

Adam, fueled by determination, scooped her up into his arms. His muscles strained under her weight, but he held her close, their bodies pressed together as he fought to carry her to safety.They moved forward in a desperate, uneven sprint, their breaths ragged as they raced against the darkness closing in around them. The girls' dormitory was their goal, a beacon of safety in the chaos. The distant echoes of gunfire and battle were a constant reminder of the turmoil enveloping their world.

Glancing back, they saw the silhouette of the werewolf against the moonlit sky, its eerie howl cutting through the night air and sending shivers down their spines. But Adam didn't falter. He pressed on, his heart pounding with a mix of fear and determination, his only focus on getting Aiva to safety.The dormitory loomed ahead, a promise of refuge. But their relief was short-lived as a halfpire spotted them, its eyes locking onto them with predatory intent.

With Aiva's injury slowing them down, panic surged through Adam. He scanned the area frantically, seeking any possible means of defense.In a split-second decision, he noticed a fallen guard nearby, his weapon still clutched in his lifeless hand. Adam rushed over, wrenching the gun free and turning to face their pursuer. He took aim, his hands steady despite the fear coursing through him.The sharp crack of gunfire pierced the night, each shot hitting its mark until the halfpire lay still. Adam's breath came in heavy gasps as the adrenaline began to fade.

He looked down at Aiva, crumpled on the ground, her face pale with pain."We're almost there," he said, his voice shaking but determined. He lifted her again, careful of her injured ankle, and pushed forward with renewed urgency.Before they could savor their narrow escape, another figure emerged from the shadows—the same guard who had warned Adam to stay vigilant earlier. Her stern gaze cut through the chaos as she interrogated them, her authority undeniable even in the midst of the pandemonium.With a sense of relief, Adam entrusted Aiva to the guard's care, his heart heavy with the weight of their shared ordeal.

With a silent nod, the guard led Aiva towards the safety of the female dormitory, leaving Adam alone amidst the chaos of battle.Exhaustion threatened to overtake him, but Adam sprinted towards the boys' dormitory, his footsteps heavy on the path. As he collapsed within the safety of the living room, the faces of his fellow students greeted him with a mixture of concern and disbelief, their eyes wide with shock at the sight of their exhausted friend.

Bryce shot out from the crowd, worry etched in his eyes as he rushed to Adam's side."What the hell happened to you, man?" he asked frantically, examining his best friend for any serious injuries. Finding none, he let out a sigh of relief, though his concern was still palpable.A mix of frightened and confused murmurs erupted among the boys in the dorm house living room. The gunshots from outside still echoed, the realization of their danger sinking in.

Their lives now rested in the hands of a mysterious military force they knew nothing about.Even Harris, who usually played the tough guy, was surprisingly quiet and visibly worried.Bryce helped Adam up and guided him to his room, laying him down on his bed. Adam took deep, shaky breaths as the gunfire outside began to slow to a halt.

"Are you okay, bruh? What happened out there?" Bryce asked, his voice filled with concern.

Adam, exhausted and traumatized, could only say the one thing that was going through his mind. "Vampires... werewolves, they're fucking real, man."Bryce's eyes remained stern, the weight of Adam's words sinking in as the reality of their situation became all too clear. After all it was the night of the full moon.