NovelEnglishChapter One Hundred-Sixty
DELILAH
After pacing back and forth in front of the cabin for the last hour, while trying to get my brother to answer the
phone, I'm on the verge of having a meltdown. That fucking shit leftout here by myself, with no farken
transportation, no firepower, and not a damn thing but a few cams of soup to eat. | am not a facking Wilderness
girl!
Grabbing my hair on each side of my head, | pull as hard as bloody possible and scream at the top of my lungs.
The high pitched, childlike screech that trembles through the forest echoes in every direction. Proof that | am
well and truly alone.
Okay you little son-of-a-bitch!” I hiss, stomping inside to grab the hammer from last night and a shorthand
shovel. | head straight for the traps on the west side of the cabin first, careful to use my shovel as a plow so that
| don’t accidentally step into one and lose a foot. I've counted nine of these damn things around the cabin. Nine!
Its a wonder those idiots didn’t set them off last night, by themselves. Charlie and Cane are not exactly stealth
shooters.
After facilitating a clear path all the way around the cabin, | begin the daunting task of releasing the springs with
my hammer, Bitching and moaning at Cane the entire t| work, regardless of the fact that he cannot hear me.
“I'm going to gather each and every stupid fucking trap you set out here around this place you little fuck, and
then 1 am going to dig a very large, very deep hole... right in front of the goddamned entrance. Next, I'm going
to dump alf of those barbaric contraptions inside of it, along with a bramble or two of thorns as an added token
of my love. Then finally | am going to cover the damn thing up with a loose tarp and just enough dirt to hide it
from your puny, trigger happy brain. Shit... | might even be able to find a beehive, cut it down, and place it
gently inside, just for you all because | know how much you like your honey. After all, what are sisters for?
| finish with a huff, all of the traps now sprung and useless and a satisfied smirk turning up one cheek. With a
little more pep in my step. | dump the tools back in the cabin and grab my backpack. Making sure that all of my
things are accounted for, | throw it over my shoulders and send Cane a quick text letting him know that not only
is he a poor excuse for an older brother, but that he is also an Inconsiderate piece of shit. Heading back outside,
| slam the door to the oversized shed of a house a touch too roughly. The entire thing trembles for a moment,
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtand then the front door suddenly tilts off its hinges. Only staying upright because it remains latched.
“Oopsie,” | whisper, stepping gingerly onto the dirt road that leads to the creek. It's at least three miles to the
nearest general store- which also just happens to be the only store in the immediato vicinity. But | remember
seeing a town on the map when we first drove up. Its not too far from Blackjack Creek. At least, it's not if you're
driving. On foot it is bound to take quite a bit longer to get to, but I'd much rather see the sights in an actual
beach town then | would like to birdwatch in the do-it-yourself cabin on the ass up side of the creek. So with a
deep breath and a quick glance around, | take off down the dirt path that leads to salvation and twinkies.
to the
The nicer cabins are all on the other side of the water. We saw them when we first drove in. They're closer to
each other and closer! general store, | also get the feeling that they're well guarded and the woods around them
are closely supervised. In fact, I'm sure they are because | can remember seeing a sign that read, Leave the
hunting to the animals‘ and another with the warning, Poaching is a Felony. At the stime, | also get the
distinct impression that the creek serves as a divider of sorts. Separating the safe and the lawful from the
immoral and unprotected. For instance, the old man Fred Dobson (or Dobkins or Doberman or Don’t really give a
fuck) that we rented the cabin from, had a very large lion head mounted over his fireplace and more than a few
smaller animals, like squirrels and chipmunks - that he set up to look like they were having a still life picnic (for
fucks sake) - draped about his living room. According to his own admission, he was unmarried and the little
stuffed critters were the only friends he had in all the world. Fucking psychopath The man was creepy to say the
very least. But even so, he made sure to war Cane and Charlie that hunting was outlawed in the area and then in
the very sbreath, told them that if they needed his taxidermy services before the end of the week he would
give them a fifty percent discount. All on account of them renting a cabin. He also went on to suggest that they
take the backroad out of town in the event that they caught one of the local wolves. The entire experience had
his living room.
Heli.
As | approach the decline in the dirt road, | can finally see the glorious creekbed up ahead. Yest That means I'm
only a mile away from twinkies and diet sodo
A sudden rush of sound in the trees to the right ofhasfreezing in my steps. My eyes strain against the
limitless expanse of evergreen trees, trying like hell to catch sight of whatever it was that just head running. My
eyes narr
row as a familiar blur of what appears to be dark brown and gray fur, darts back and forth between the thickest
line of trees.
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Could it be the wolt from last night? Maybe. Immuan, this is obviously his berritory and it shouldn't be too
unusual forto sight him again, vem that bars injured. Before | think better of it, | reswalking and shout,
I'm heading into town Wolfie! Not sure if 111 be coming bark this way or not, let it | do, I'll be sure to pick up
speroxide and bandages to tend to your paw!”
i know how ridiculous | sund, but | don’t care. That wolf and | connected last night. | saved his enormous ass and
he freakin’ licked my face with his long pink tongue. Wir bonded in a way. | guess you could say, I'm kind of like
that kid from that movie White Fang. A
fucking wolf whisperer or sshit.
| chuckle as | step toward the shallowest end of the creek and prepare to cross. There's a bridge, but it’s further
along the shoreline,
extra half mile or so to my trek. | don’t mind getting a little wet if it getsto my soda faster.
Stepping over a large gray stone and into the water, | nearly scream as a sudden rush of water pushes me
deeper. The water is frickin’ cold and suddenly my breaths are coming in large gasps,
“Holy crap,” | complain, shivering as | decide to cross along the deeper side where the creek is calmer and
holding my phone up high and away from the water.
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feet to my left when | suddenly hear the very-deep
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