our wacky and stupid adventure

The Cabin (Zeima)

"Up ahead!" I shouted, pointing at the large, wooden house up ahead.

Feeling hopeful, I pushed myself to run faster. The wendigo was closing in, chasing, hunting. Curly was behind me, and behind him was Benjamin.

This was proper fun, I hadn't felt this type of adrenaline in years. It felt good, really good. Though, it was better to live and experience the world than to die like this.

I basically flew through the door, which was unlocked. As I rolled across the wooden floor, Curly ran in after me, and Benjamin got in just in time as the wendigo closed in, lunging at the doorway.

Curly and Benjamin slammed the door shut, pressing their backs against it. It really seemed like the thing could just knock the door down, but after a few bangs, it grew quieter and I heard its heavy, thudding footsteps trail off.

I stood up, looking around the wooden house. It seemed more like a cabin, but cabins are smaller, aren't they?

It was a large wooden something, with a big hallway leading to multiple doors just to the side of the front room. Curly walked to the back of the house, while Benjamin went to check the various rooms.

I stayed in the living room, looking through shelves, drawers, and books for anything useful. Someone had to have lived here at some point, before that wendigo ate them.

The lights still worked, meaning there was probably a generator somewhere. I heard the sink running in the kitchen, meaning there was water. This was a perfect place to stay, and the wendigo wasn't even trying to get in through the windows.

I looked up from checking the couch cushions as Curly walked into the living room holding a glass of water, and it looked cold. Cold, refreshing water.

Benjamin appeared from the hallway, staring at it like I was.

"Where'd you get that?" Benjamin asked.

"The sink," Curly replied, taking a sip.

"Is it clean?"

"It sounds clean."

Benjamin stared at him weirdly. I couldn't blame him, how do you hear if water sounds clean?

I've known Curly for years. We met in elementary school, and from there we sort of spiraled into a best friend relationship. Curly was a good friend because he never asked anything of you, he just existed.

He didn't even get bad grades in school, he got relatively good ones. So he wasn't dumb, and he didn't have any mental illnesses from what I knew. He just saw things occasionally and was very good at solving puzzles. Schizophrenia, maybe?

He was actually the perfect friend for me, because nothing really scared him. Nothing other than the dark, that is. I would always pick Curly if I was going somewhere dangerous or doing something risky, because he had the most nonchalant attitude about things. You could place him in a pit of snakes and he'd be more worried about how dark it is down there.

Benjamin and I grabbed a glass and filled it to the brim with cold water, gulping it down. It was great. Refreshing after all the running we've done. Then, the three of us sat at the dining room table, planning our next move.

"Did you see Landon and Bella?" I asked.

"No, but I'm sure they're fine." Benjamin answered.

I looked at Curly, who was solving a rubix cube he found in one of the rooms.

"Curly," I said, snapping my fingers to get his attention.

He paused, looking up. He looked from me to Benjamin and then back at me. He stared at me in silence for a few seconds before looking back down at the rubix cube and continuing to solve it.