Alle Kapitel von Wendigo: Kapitel 11 – Kapitel 20

Sara had awoken feeling less sore than the day before. She changed the bandage on her leg, which was healing nicely. The wound was no longer bleeding and was showing no signs of infection. She didn’t even need to take any pain medication, which brightened her spirits. If the storms would break, she would easily be able to hike out of the forest and head home to continue her recovery. Sara chose her breakfast carefully. While staying in the cabin, she was eating less. That meant whatever she cooked for breakfast would also be her lunch and dinner. After Sara made her choice and started cooking her breakfast, she took the cast-iron pot outside to collect water for the day. She wanted to get everything started, so she could at least text her husband to let him know she felt better. Sara went back inside and sat down at the table. She picked up her phone and checked the signal. She crossed her fingers as she dialed her husband's number and listened to his phone ringing. Kevin answered,

Sara awoke in total darkness. She felt for her phone beside her sleeping bag. Her hand hit the battery pack the phone was plugged into and followed the charging cable to the phone. The light from the phone’s screen hurt her eyes, making her squint as she unlocked it and turned on the flashlight. She was disoriented and confused as she looked at the time on her phone. It read almost midnight. “Crap!” Sara exclaimed. Sara crawled out of her sleeping bag and went to where her backpack lay. She pulled another chemical light stick out of her pack, broke it, and shook it. She placed it on the table to light the cabin while she checked her phone. She had multiple missed calls and text messages from her husband, Kevin. She quickly dialed his number and waited anxiously for him to answer. “Are you okay?” Kevin blurted out as soon as he answered. “I’m fine,” Sara told him as calmly as she could. “Try to take a breath and relax a little.” “What happened? Did you lose cell service because of

Sara looked at her phone to see it was nearly four in the morning, and she was wide awake. After sleeping for so long the previous day, she knew that it would be futile to lie down and attempt to sleep. Starting her day very early seemed to be the best option. She carefully stretched, checking to see if her pulled muscles she had been favoring were feeling better. To her relief, most of the sharp pains that she had after her fall were gone. She was still bruised and sore, which would slow her down when she was finally able to leave the cabin after the storms broke.Sara began heating her pot of water to make her food for the day and coffee. She sat at the table as she waited and sipped from her water bottle. Listening to the rain earlier had helped her calm down and relax. She had never been frightened while camping the way she had been earlier. She dismissed what happened as stress and being stuck in the cabin until she felt better and the storm system passed.Sara looked at the jou

Sara had decided to eat breakfast regardless of the guilt she felt after reading Herschel’s journal. Starving herself would not help the men she had become so fond of as she had read about them. After she finished eating, she went about doing a few chores before going back to reading. Sara set the pot just outside the door to collect water. The tarp she had strung between trees and the cabin to use as a makeshift funnel worked better than she had anticipated. That was partly due to the heavy rain falling almost continuously since she had found the cabin. While she waited for the water to finish filling the pot, Sara went about reorganizing her pack and sorting her food supply. She concluded that her food would last for a minimum of two more weeks of staying in the cabin, which she did not want to do. She quickly finished the rest of her chores and changed clothes before bringing the water inside. When she went to the door to bring in the water, Sara slowly cracked it open a few in

The rain was pouring again, and Sara could hear the distant rumble of thunder. The flashes of lightning filled the cabin with a haunting glow through the crack in the door she had once again opened. Sara wanted to keep the door open as long as the wind did not force rain inside the tiny shelter. Sara checked her phone for messages before sending a text to her husband, letting him know about the storm on top of her and that she was okay. She pulled one of the remaining charged battery packs from her backpack and plugged her phone in. Even with the signal being sketchy due to the weather and terrain, it was better than nothing. A sudden clap of thunder rocked the cabin and sent a shiver down Sara’s spine. She would never get used to that. One of the reasons she loved hiking and camping was for the peace that came with it. The thunder set her nerves on edge and made her feel worse than before she started her vacation. The days of the never-ending storms and crashing thunder were wearin