Until Dawn Remake: "Between Life And Death"

Chapter 8

Y/N POV:

Dr. Hill stood in front of me, his expression heavy with disappointment. "So, here we are at the endgame, Y/N. The point where you decide what your reality will be." His voice dripped with mockery as he cupped his hands together, taunting me.

He sighed, rubbing his face. "Can you really save Josh from his inevitable isolation?" His question was sharp, cutting right through me.

I clenched my jaw, gripping my shotgun tighter. "I'm going to try," I said, refusing to back down.

Dr. Hill let out a low, mocking laugh. "Saving family was never your strength, was it?" He gestured vaguely toward the distant echoes of Wendigos. "It won't be long now."

The weight of his words settled in, but I shook my head, refusing to let fear take over. "Keep quiet," I spat. "You're nothing but a hollow projection, Dr. Hill. A figment of my mind, tormenting me with guilt that isn't mine to bear." I stepped toward him, my voice steady. "I didn't lose my sisters. Those things took them. The blame is theirs, not mine. Now get out of my head."

Dr. Hill's lips curled into a twisted smile. "Alright, Y/N. Have it your way." He began to walk away but paused at the last moment, casting a glance over his shoulder. "Let's see if you can save what's left of your family. Because you're about to learn what really goes bump in the night." And then, just like that, he was gone—leaving my mind for the final time.

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Sam POV:

As we made our way through the cave, I couldn't shake the image of the Wendigo from my mind. "I wasn't ready for how ugly that thing would be up close," I muttered, shivering at the memory.

Mike glanced over his shoulder. "Yeah, I noticed something weird about it."

"Weird? Like what?" I asked, intrigued.

He stopped walking and turned to face me. "The Wendigo," he said, his voice more serious. "It had a scar. And I've seen it before."

I frowned. "Where?"

Mike took a breath, his face hardening. "I came across some old pictures. One of the miners, from the cave-in back in the 50s. He was turning into a Wendigo. Same scar. Which means that thing has to be at least 80 years old."

My eyes widened in shock. "Still pretty spry for an old-timer," I joked, trying to lighten the mood, though I found myself glancing around the cave uneasily. "Hey, where's Y/N?"

"Right here," Y/N called out, stepping into view from another passageway. "Thought I found another way, but it's just a dead end," he said, though the look in his eyes told a different story—he wasn't telling the whole truth.

It was best not to question Y/N, so I pushed forward, trying to focus on the path ahead. I soon found myself standing at the edge of a ledge, overlooking a small body of water. It looked shallow enough to wade through, but Y/N veered off to explore a side path. Moments later, a loud gasp escaped him, and I spun around.

There was a massive, dug-up hole in the ground—a grave. My heart pounded at the sight, the eerie stillness of the cave pressing in on me. Something shiny caught my eye, half-buried in the dirt near the edge. I knelt down, brushing away the dirt, and my breath caught in my throat. It was a watch.

Beth's watch.

The realization hit me hard. It matched what Emily had found earlier...Beth's head. "Oh god... Y/N, Mike, this is Beth's. This is her watch," I stammered, holding it up for them to see.

Mike's eyes widened, and he quickly stepped over. "What? Let me see," he said, taking the watch from my hand and examining it closely.

Y/N ran a hand through his hair, his face pale. "Holy shit..." he muttered, shaking his head. "That means this... this was her grave." He pointed at the disturbed earth, his voice trembling.