Savin' Me

Chapter 7

Morning came around quickly. By the time Allison forced her eyes open it had felt like she'd only just fallen asleep. She really hadn't slept for long. Rest was a luxury that she didn't indulge herself in, she found it painfully difficult on the best of days. Instead of driving her head underneath the pillow she slowly sat herself up, wary of the bandages this time around. The first thing she noticed was that Cast was gone. The pillow he had been using was up on the table with a pile of clothes and a crumpled piece of paper.

The paper, as it turned out was a note to her.

'these should fit.

If you're feeling up to it, get some fresh air.

It'll help – Lisa. '

She discarded the note and picked up the clothes, eying them doubtfully. Allison would have preferred her clothes, but God only knew where they had gone. She picked up the pair of worn dark blue jeans, they were actually similar to the ones she'd been wearing, but those had blow outs at both knees. Allison slowly slid them on, surprised to find that they fit like a glove. She considered pulling on the navy blue t-shirt that was there and waiting, but instead she left Cas' shirt on.

After a brief shirt she found her hiking boots and the socks, they had been tucked under the bed with her bag. Allison wasn't happy when she did a stock check. Her guns were missing, as were her knives. At any given time she had at least one item on her that could cause serious damage to anything or anyone she found herself up against. She almost felt naked without them. Allison hoped that someone had checked her bag, removed the weapons and out them somewhere safe and somewhere that she had access to, she planned on getting them back; but first the fresh air.

The world outside of the small cabin was covered with fog and the smell of smoke; she could see a fire pit burning not far from where she stood. There were various other cabins and buildings and to Allison herself, it seemed obvious that the place had been a summer camp or something. She had been to one or two summer camps growing up. She wrapped her arms around herself, an attempt to keep the edgy chill in the air away. Allison decided to venture, an attempt to get her bearings. The few people around the fire had stopped what they were doing and turned to stare at her, each gaze was cold and calculating. Almost immediately she felt one edge. No one came up to her; in fact people actually walked the other way when she shuffled in their direction. It wasn't as if she had the plague, she probably looked half dead but she certainly wasn't.

She would have felt better if she'd had so much as a jackknife on her. Everyone looked like they wanted to beat her into a bloody pulp or something. She made a point to stay away from the large bonfire, no matter how warm and welcoming it looked. The icy reception was enough to make her want to fallback to the cabin, and she might have had someone not called her name.

"Allison!"

It came from the hall behind her. At first she simply thought that someone else had the same name, it wasn't a crazy thought; but no one moved or yelled a response. She didn't recognize the voice, but she recognized the face. Lisa was jogging towards her, smile and all.

"You feeling better? It's good to see you up." Lisa sounded surprisingly cheery. Unlike everyone else, Allison didn't feel like the woman wanted to rip her throat out.

Allison shrugged in response; it seemed to be a better answer than any verbal response. Lisa didn't push the envelope either. "How 'bout the grand tour? Unless you were heading back inside...in that case it could wait." Lisa offered, and she felt inclined to accept. It was a nice offer, and getting to know her surroundings would make her feel more at ease.