you're okay

Chapter 19

Mike, Emily, and I followed Officer Anchor to the cable car.

"You all need to get home. It's not safe out here." He said.

"Seriously? You'll all die out here without our help." Emily said crossing her arms.

"We'll be fine, how old are you again?" He questioned, trying to get Emily into the cable car.

"I'm 19 you dimwit. Let me go!" Emily squealed.

The officer let her go and Emily started walking the other direction.

"Well let's go." She said turning around.

The officer sighed and Mike and I started to follow her.

I turned to Officer Anchor.

"Was Emily flirting with you?" I asked.

"Flirting? She was preparing for marriage." He chuckled.

"Well just beware, she's mean. She really does love us all but she's a bitch." I stated.

"You kind of just have to show her whose boss. You know?"

He raised his eyebrows. "I'll try that."

I nodded before catching up with Mike.

"How do you rate our chances of survival." I said, bringing back old memories.

Mike smiled at me. "I'm trying not to think about it."

"Here, let me have that." Mike grabbed the flame thrower off my back.

"Oh my god!" Mike and I turned our heads.

Emily was screaming in front of us.

"Run!" She turned around, a wendigo started chasing her.

I stood in shock for a moment before realizing and running behind her.

Mike ran next to me, his hand on my back.

Officer Anchor was in front of all of us.

"Go go go!" He stopped in his tracks and got behind us. He held up his gun and the wendigo knocked it out of his hand.

I quickly jumped in the little amount of snow on the ground and grabbed the gun.

"Keep going! Go now!" He then looked at me.

I began shooting at the wendigo to save Officer Anchor. I almost dropped the gun at the kickback on it.

"No! Sam!" Mike turned back.

"Look out!" I turned to my left as the wendigo charged at me. I shot the gun 4 more times and it threw me.

I felt a slight pain at the bottom of my stomach. I looked down to see a rip clean across my jacket, blood soaking the same area.

"M- Mike?" I attempted to sit up.

Mike sprayed fire at the wendigo. "Ugh, shit!" The wendigo was down. It's spirit flew into the air.

Mike dropped the flame thrower and ran to me.

I was about to lay on my back but Mike dropped on his knees next to me, lifting me up.

"Sam, Sam.." He looked down at my stomach.

"I'm hurt." I struggled to get out.

"It's okay, you're okay."

"I've got a medic on the lot, we can get him here." Officer Anchor stood beside Mike.

I lifted my hand after touching the bottom of my stomach, there was blood on my fingers.