Burning Impulse

Into the Cabin

Chapter 3: into the cabin

We finaly reach the cabin with out a stop. Im thankful for Aiden but I refuse to tell him that though, his ego is already big enough. "Stay here." He puts me down on the steps an pulls out his glock. "Not likely" I state. pulling out my smith and wession hand gun.

I stand up limping towards the door. He has learned to not fight back, hes smart.

He puts his hand to his eye and then to me and then to the cabin, meaning watch me/on my count.

I know it seems little over board, its just a cabin in the woods. What could possibly be in there that we would need to pull out our guns. But after the world collapsed people fled ino the woods making little cabins like this and living in them. But some people wanted the cabins but didnt want work for them. So they would raid the houses killing every one inside, taking their supplies.

He kicks open the old screen door; Walking slowly inside with me right behind him.

A horrible rotting flesh smell hits our noses as we walk in. "Whats that smell." I ask. We look around the one room cabin, realived to see it was only a misscevieous racoon.

That got in and couldn't get out. Aiden picks it up by the tail and carries it outside. I walk around the creaky floor opening all the windows and the back door, to let the wind carry away the awful fumes. Adien walks back in with his hands in his pockets. "So do you want me to show you around" I ask, he chuckeled.

It was starting to get dark outside it was around 5:00.

I spun around in a circle with my hand out showing him the room. "There is a queen size bed, and an out house in the back, cast iorn stove, and an armwa. Which I'm pretty shure my old things are in.

I walk over to it and open the door letting out a scream seeing a doll hung by a noose with my name written on the chest. next to it was a note .

dear sweet taylor shields,
if your reading this that means your hearts beating,
but not for long...
i have you dad where no one will ever find him. oh and tell your little aiden friend
HE'S NEXT.

Silence fills the room as I read the note out loud, sending chills down my spine.

I walk over to the old bed covering myself up to my chin  and curl into a ball. The creaks of the old wooded floor fill my ears under Aidens feet as he walks over to the other side of the bed. He bends down looking it to my eyes but im looking farther in the distence. "hey," he swipes his hand in front of my face trying to get my attention. Failing.

He cups my face in his hand I turn over, away from him in the bed.

he slips under the covers wraping his warm, protective arms around me. I alow myself to slip unto his chest. i slowly turn facing him. He trys to look me in the eyes but i bury my face into neck.

falling into a deap deap sleep.

******morning*******

I strech my fingers out across the cold, empty canvas,

seeking warmth.

Aiden isn't there.

He must have gotten up to cook that squirl I traped a few days ago. Or the Red belts got him. I feel my way over to the night stand grabing my gun with my eyes still closed. I grab my hand gun and pop out of bed. holding the hand gun in front of me.

"Aiden?" I almost yell.

"I'm right here calm yourself." He walks over to me holding my wrist.

I quickly jerk it away.

"Look, I got really emotional last night im sorry,

it wont happen again" I say after walking out the door. trying not to look him in the eyes.

I walk out onto the old wooded porch and sit in and old chair my father made for me.

it pains me to look  over and see his empty chair, wishing it was filled with someone I love.

Aiden comes out and sits down, not fully understanding the sentimental value.  "The squirl is almost ready" He tells me. "Thanks" I wisper loud enough for him to hear looking far into the woods. I see movement in the woods. I close my eyes and hear the fall leaves crunch under the animals feet. "Aiden" I wisper "Grab my gun from the armoire ."

He nods and slowly goes in to the cabin being careful not to creek the floors to much.

I hear him walk out side he whispers in my ear "No guns, just the bow." The warmth in his breath on my cold ear sends shivers down my spine. He slowly hands me my old bow and some arrows. I smile and mouth 'thanks'

I look out in to the woods. Its very far out about 70 yards which is a long way for a bow.

Good thing I've been shooting a bow sense I was 8 years old. It takes a few moments to recognize the figure. Its a deer.   I think to myself. I pull back my 80 pound bow string and quickly adjust to it.

I take a deep breath and let go of the string.

The arrow hits right on it temporal bone. It takes a step but then fall to the ground.

Aiden and I look at each other smiling from ear to ear.

Standing up I put my bow in the chair and run/limp over to the deer I here foot steps behind me and I'm shure it's Aiden.

"Ok lets get her cut up." Aiden tells me. He pulls out his knife he skins the deer keeping it all in one piece. Then he folds out the skin to use it as kind of a plate; he seperates the meat from the bone. By the time he gets done all thats left is bones. I help him drag the meat back to the cabin.

After we get it up the stairs he goes to take the carus farther away from the house the smell will draw a capitol mutt called a five cat. It's a mix between a bob cat, mountain lion and a house cat. So its farely small standing at bout 2 feet tall with steroid tipe mucels and 5" Fangs and 2 inch claws.

VERY DENGEROUS.

I drag the deer skin with all the meat, inside and close all the doors and windows so no animals can get in. I sit exhausted on the bed. I start to close my eyes then I hear a scream snaping me back into reality.