What had started with Detective Leon coming in with his kid brother for Halloween candy had ended in violence and monsters. Even the medics were given weapons to use while they treated their patients. The hospitals had been mercifully clear of monsters, but everywhere else seemed to be plagued with them.
He'd delivered blood to Damon after having to sneak it out from a drop off at a hospital, something he could have easily lost his job for, but in a way, it felt good to do something illegal again.
After a hard twelve hours of dreamless sleep, Alex got up and showered. After, he dressed and decided to make a run to Purgatory. Without his own car, it took him longer to get there via public transit. On the way, he texted Leon to check on him and the kid. The bus dropped him off two blocks from the bar and he walked the rest of the way.
In his backpack, he'd stuffed another bag of type O for his...whatever the fuck Damon was. Friend? Fuck buddy? Both? Alex didn't really want to think about it. When he reached the bar, he pulled the door open. Everything was still in disarray and Alex felt a rise of panic as he moved a chair aside.
He headed upstairs, to where he thought Damon most likely to be. "Damon!" he called out.