Jason carefully opened the door of the house and went inside, after making sure he was alone he opened the masked hatch and entered the bunker. How lucky he was that the previous owner of this house was so afraid of war that he built a shelter.
The bunker had one large room where everything needed to survive was located. This is a pantry filled with military rations, there was plenty by the time Jason discovered the bunker, bed, geothermal generator, his own water supply with a filter, and a toilet.
There was also a lot of electronic equipment that Jason had installed himself before the invasion. That was the TV, Jason found loads of movies and TV shows stored on all sorts of devices, a console with loads of games, a computer hooked up to cameras inside and out, and of course the armory and mod table.
He unpacked the supplies into the pantry and then sat down in the chair in front of the computer.
- They're probably looking for me now... He thought... And when they're done, they'll keep a close eye on that place... His thoughts were interrupted by a flashing light bulb on the monitor.
He turned on the camera and saw a xenomorph walking down the road. He was different from the rest. He was smaller, Jason was 173 centimeters tall, this Alien was maybe two centimeters taller than him. His stature was not skeletal, his arms were large-muscled, his legs had only one joint, he had no tail or dorsal tubes, his head was a little shorter than normal, and he had visible eyes, if two black holes with small white dots can be called eyes.
He walked upright as a man, even proudly, he seemed, and walked slowly inside. He looked around slowly and seemed relaxed, as if he had been here more than once or had only good associations with the place.
Walked around the house, Jason looked curious, not only looked different but also acted differently. He was almost human. He saw him enter the bedroom and collapse on the bed, Jason chuckled as Alien began to play with the duvet and pillows like a small child.
Then Alien curled up in a ball with one pillow under his head and the other in his embrace, it was almost cute.
Jason decided to sleep too, running through the city with a heavy pack was always exhausting.
He sarcastically told the ceiling, to a Alien two floors above, that he wished him good night. Before he fell asleep, somewhere on the edge of his consciousness, he heard an answer in a female voice. It just had to be imagination.