by K Matthew
One thing was apparent. Someone from the compound had been there. There were fresh ATV tracks in front of the cabin, though I couldn't tell if they had been from this morning or yesterday. Probably yesterday when I was sleeping. Otherwise, I would have heard them coming.
I opened the door to a flood of bad memories. My eyes instantly landed on the cot where Rex had given me the lycanthropy disease, though horrible thoughts were softened by those of having a comfortable sleep on it. As primitive as it was, this cabin was my home now for as long as Rex would have me.
Brushing unpleasant memories aside, I began foraging through the few cabinets and boxes that I could find. Thankfully, Rex had a small abundance of dried strips of meat and what appeared to be fruits and vegetables as well. I tried to ration it out as best as I could. Rex had told me they usually put people in solitary confinement for a week, which meant I would have to make the food stretch that long before he returned and could provide more.
It was funny thinking of it that way. Never in my life had I wanted to have to rely on a man to provide anything for me, and yet here I was, stranded and helpless, unable to provide for myself. How upside-down my life had been turned due to his stupid mistake? Part of me still wanted to hate Rex, but how could I hate the man who was now my salvation.
After investigating the inside of the cabin, I decided to take a look around the outside. There was a small garden behind the back where ripe tomatoes clung to vines. Greedily, I fell to my knees to consume two were I sat. A tomato had never tasted so delicious in all my life. Everything was starting to taste a lot better now that I felt like I was starving.
Apart from the vegetable garden was a small herb garden. I didn't know most of the herbs, but one plant I did recognize was aloe vera. Without hesitation, I broke off a stalk to take inside and rub on my blisters.
It seemed strange sitting in Rex's cabin all alone. My eyes darted around the room, exploring, wondering how pissed off he would be if I gave it a good scrub. While the place was surprisingly clean for belonging to a bachelor, it could still use a woman's touch. Besides, what else did I have to offer him in the way of support? I didn't know how to hunt, I hated fishing, I burned everything I tried to cook, and I had a black thumb of death. But cleaning was one thing I was good at. With as small as the cabin was, it wouldn't take me very long to clean it from top to bottom, a day maybe, if that much.
What would I do after that to pass the time? With no books or television to keep me entertained, I worried I might shrivel up and die from boredom. I couldn't help but wonder what Rex did for entertainment all the way out here in the middle of nowhere. If only I had thought to ask him, then again, I hadn't expected for us to be separated like this.
I would find something to do while I waited for Rex to return. I would have to, because there was no way I was going back to the base of the reservation, not after what Rex had done to save me. He was paying the price now, and so was I in my own way. I would make it through this somehow though. We would make it through this somehow.
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