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:13: The Truth

After we all wake up and eat breakfast; which soon turns out to be lunch as well, we head off again. The walking never does turn into running and so I’m not nearly as winded as I was yesterday. The only thing that worries me at this point, is that the Guards might come looking for us. I know they won’t just give up. They’ll most likely go back to town and ask everyone for any information on any kids that have gone missing. Then from there they will know who we are and come after us. It’s as simple as that. Nothing more or less. I’m not saying that they will find us, but I’m saying they could.

Always expect the worse is what my mother used to say. Which means never expect things to work out the way you want them to. Of course, lately everything has been working out the way we planned…except for the Guard seeing us. But other than that everything seems to be going smooth…

“Look!” I hear Cameron yell, pointing his finger out to the horizon in front of us. Beyond the tall forest trees and wildlife growing on the ground, there seems to be a small little log cabin up ahead. I smile at the thought of it being vacant, but then realizing how could it be? It looks well built and tidy for such a place to be left alone.

“It looks like someone lives there.” I point out, looking closer now as we approach it. The small little single story cabin I saw from afar was nothing compared to being up close. Everything is made out of pure wood, the siding, the roof; the staircase leading up to the dark front door. I also can’t seem to take my eyes off the little roses carved into particular parts of the walls as well; they look so real, though faded from their original bright color. And the two windows in which place in the front of the house are old fashioned squares, with worn out red curtains to adorn the sides.                  

“I’ll knock.” Cameron suggests, climbing up the shaky staircase and knocking on the front door. We wait there for a moment, when nothing at all happens what so ever. No one comes out to greet us with welcoming smiles or cringes back from the sight of travelers so far out past the lines. Yet the door stays closed as if nothing had disturbed it.                      

Without hesitation Cameron slowly opens the door, making it creek a high cord and then he just walks inside. I bite my lip and wonder whether I should or not, what if someone does live there? They could just be hiding and then kill us all when the time is right; but before I could finish my thoughts Camic pulls me up the stairs and through the door.

The inside of the place is even more magnificent then the outside! When you take your first step in you meet your eyes with the living room, which is equipped with fine red furnishings and a glowing fireplace. To the left is the kitchen in which adorns the place with a wooden isle and many cabinets-which may or may not hold food- and then to the right are four doors off the wall in which are closed tightly. I gulp down my anxiety and take another step inside, releasing my hand from Camic’s.

I leave the safety of his touch and adventure out to check out the rest of this wonderful house. I can hear Camic talking to the rest of our group about things regarding safety and what not’s, but I absentmindedly walk over to the first door; opening it up carefully. I sneak my head inside the dark room only to notice no one there.

“Hello?” I ask quietly, just in case my thought was somehow wrong. I don’t get any response so I swing the door open all the way and make my way into the small room. It’s like any other typical room; a small bed pushed up against the wall, drawers to match the wooden walls and a small door conjoined off the side. I walk over to the door, and open it quickly; like some monster was going to pop out. Instead of something or someone scaring me I find the second room connected off it.