Wendigo

Day Three

 Today everyone seemed more perked up. Whatever we felt yesterday seemed to have worn off. After egg, cheese, and sausage burritos, we all felt better. Soon we started learning archery. Laila of course, tried to show everyone up. After all she is pretty good. But skill is no match for the powers of pure luck. Suffice to say Mikhal managed to beat everyone by just kind of pointing the bow in the general direction of the target. Next we had lunch. Just sandwiches. My watch even seemed to have a new shine to it. At 1:13 we headed of to the shooting range. They had just about every kind of gun imaginable. From pistols to shotguns to rifles to machine guns. They had everything. After about twenty minutes, Gavin wanted to take a break and decided a small walk around the field would be fine. As he passed behind the shed, he let out the scream of pure terror. It was cut short by a small thump. By the time we made it there the beast was fleeing into the woods. And by the shed was Gavin. At least what was left of Gavin. We were told to grab as many weapons and supplies as possible and get to the cabin. The windows were boarded up and the doors were barricaded. All of us hid under whatever could give us protection. We all knew we were in trouble. Especially when it came back. Or maybe there were more. Whole packs of beasts coming to tear through walls to get to us. We had food for a few days but it wouldn't last long. We knew that the only way to escape was to kill it. Whatever it was. Very few people ever feel true terror. We are all scared from time to time. But nothing ever compares to being a sitting target to a beast with incredible and unknown powers. Not just physical. It had powers over our emotions and energy. It was an unbelievably underpowering feeling. Then it came back. First we heard the gentle tapping and scraping then a terrible ripping and tearing of wood. Then all at once it stopped. My watch revealed that today was Thursday the twelfth. Tomorrow was Friday the thirteenth. All new fear consumed us. True terror.