She hardly registered unlocking and opening her door, re-locking all 6 locks (various types), and hanging her crucifix against the bare pine. She had no front door windows, that would make her far too vulnerable. She oozed toward the bedroom, rummaging around in her purse for a Power Bar, so she wouldn’t raid her kit’s reserve. She took a few bites as she kicked open her bedroom door, repeating the front door procedure.

Ev flopped on top of her deep purple coverlet, tossing her lame excuse for dinner to the side and placing her gun under her pillow. She curled up into a ball on her twin-sized cot and tried to force herself to sleep. Counting sheep turned into wandering thoughts about vampires, or whatever else she would hunt tonight. She decided to give up on sleep.

She got out of bed and strapped on her shoulder holster. Ev always carried her gun around the house. She unlocked the door and roamed into the kitchen to make coffee, and some real food. Her house had no back door, few windows. A fortress.