Part VI
"What do you mean gone?" Kurt asked in a fierce whisper.
"It's gone. It's not there, someone took it!" Puck exclaimed while still trying to keep his voice low. "I don't know about you, dude, but I think we should go back. Now. Shit is getting real"
"Ok, let's do that"
Neither would admit it, but the way that they almost run to the car after getting their bags spoke of their fear more than words could ever say. For all they knew that growl could have been a dog, but there was no way a dog could have carried Mr. Jones as he was a pretty big man. For now, though, they rather think that while it was weird that the body had been dragged away it wasn't really any weirder than people disappearing.
They got in to the car and drove to Puck's house at an unreasonable speed, considering the black ice and the car crashes everywhere.
"You know, you can go a bit faster, right?" Puck said, with a look of urgency in his face.
"If I go any faster I'll lose control, so sit tight and shut up. I don't want to overturn" Kurt barked back, his eyes never leaving the road. Now more than anytime he felt that something was going to run to the streets any moment. He didn't felt safe at all.
"If you don't go faster it will catch us" Puck said, looking out of the window.
"There's nothing behind us, God!" Kurt exclaimed after checking the rearview mirror and giving a punch in the boy's shoulder.
"Puck is fine, there's no need to call me God, babe" the mohawked boy said, rising his eyebrows in a teasing way.
"I'd like it if you'd just cut that out, I'm trying to drive here!"
Kibby St was filled with debris, the headlights were barely useful at this speed and frankly Kurt didn't know this street well enough to remember where Puck's house was when he didn't have someone point it out with him, the least he needed was Puckerman goofing off besides him.
"Turn right next street, dude" Puck said, having obviously calmed down a little.
The silence came back to the car, unnerving Kurt even more than the stress he had seconds before.
"What do you think it was?" he asked, unable to keep the question to himself anymore.
"A dog, it must have been a dog. A really big dog"
"Did you see it?"
"Yes"
"Are you sure it was a dog?" Kurt asked, almost picturing the answer.
"No," the boy answered in a firm voice "but I'm sure as hell that I hope it was. It had the creepiest yellow eyes, though, like a cat… only… in a bigger body" Puck said. He looked pale, it showed even in the moonlight, so he must have been really white, Kurt thought.
"What the heck happened to this town, Puck? Where is everyone?" the thinner boy asked, looking tired, just as they pulled into the driveway.
"No idea, but what it's bothering me now is why are we here, how it is that we are not missing like everyone else" Puck said, taking the backpacks and the gun. "I mean, people disappeared, right. But why didn't we, why are we alive?"
"No idea, Puck" Kurt answered, locking the car doors with the remote.
They were about to cross the porch when Puck stopped him, a weird worried look in his eyes.
"Do you think we could check up on everyone else tomorrow? On Lauren maybe?"
"You sure you don't want to go now?"
"It seems like a bad idea to go out when you can't see anything and with that creepy thing outside. Let's go with daylight. Besides, my girl is tough, she can protect herself" Puck answered and Kurt had a little moment of weird pride to see this boy, this man, think so highly of his ex-girlfriend when a year ago girls were barely more than means to an end.
"Ok, we'll go when it's light out again" he said with a small smile.