I walked into the mouth of the cave, followed closely by my little sister. Well, little is an
understatement. She's 6 foot tall, with long, black hair. The only resemblance between us is our
blue eyes. I have middle length red hair, and I'm only 5' 9". "Deanna?" she said quietly. Oh great.
"One of those 'feelings' something bad is gonna happen?" I asked. She stopped. "Yeah." I heard
an inhuman growl behind us. "Samantha," I said nervously, "Please tell me you're just hungry."
She hit my arm. "Ow! What was that for?" She huffed, then didn't say anything. "Samantha?" I
turned around and found out I was alone. There was another growl behind me. I whirled around to
fight, and felt this extreme pain before drifting off into darkness.
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I drew my breath through my teeth from the rope biting into my wrists. I could hear footsteps
coming, more than one thing's normal amount of footsteps. Two of them? Oh shit! I started
swinging, trying to get enough movement to flip... YES! I flipped upside down, shimmied up the
rope, and stood from the rafter I had been hanging from. I grabbed my knife I always kept in my
waistband and it made a small 'click' when I opened it. The footsteps stopped. I quickly cut away
the rope from my bleeding wrists. Scanning the room, there were only two bodies other than me.
Some deadman I didn't know, whom I guessed was a park ranger, and Samantha. Thank God
she's alive. I realized then the footsteps had started again. I poised myself to pounce if any of
them came near my still unconcious sister. A flashlight beam came into view... Wait!
Wendigos don't use flashlights!!! It must be people. Two guys followed the light into the room.
Holy crap! One was about six foot, but the other was at least six five! The taller one, who had real
messy hair, came and gently shook Samantha awake. "Hey." he said softly. She bolted awake.
"Where's Deanna?" she asked franticly. The tall guy cut her down. "Who?" She looked up at him.
Looked up. Ha! "My sister" she said softly. "Deanna?" The other guy moved to where my rope
was still dangling. He looked up towards the tall guy. Still funny. "It's fresh blood, Sam." All of the
blood drained out of Samantha's face. I grabbed her rope and slid down. "I'm right here!" I said
cheerily. Samantha turned, and I thought she might sock me, but she pulled me into one of her
bear hugs. "Need to breathe" I reminded her. "I tought you were dead." She said quietly. "I'm not
going anywhere," I said reassuringly, "You're stuck with me." She punched me on the arm. "OW!"
Samantha looke around, then leaned in close to me. "I have one of those feelings again..." She
was smacked into a wall by the wendigo. "Samantha!" I shouted before I collided with the shorter,
yet still taller than me, of the two guys. "Thanks for the soft landing" I groaned "I'm Deanna by the
way." He helped me up. "I'm Dean, that's my brother Sam." The wendigo rushed at Sam, who was
on the ground. I sprinted towards it and slammed into it's side. It toppled over, but not before
taking a chunk of my hair with it. "Sonofabitch!" I screamed. I could see the fight happening
around me. There was something cold against my cheek, and it wasn't the stone floor. I pulled it
out from under my face. A gun. A flare gun. I rolled over and took aim, shot the wendigo, and felt
myself being yanked up. Dean was helping me, but the cave still spun as we made our way out of
it. The light hurt my eyes and made me stumble, then fall. Dean grabbed me under my legs and
picked me up bridal style. "But I can walk!" I whined, my eyes still squinted shut from the bright
sun. "Samantha, take my baby back to the motel for me, will ya?" I asked. "No, I'm coming with
you." She snapped. "There's only one hotel in town, so meet up with me there." I ordered her, I
know, but I'm not in the mood to argue. She nodded. "Sam, you go with her." Dean said. He
nodded too, and Dean put me in the passenger seat of my car. A '67 Chevy Impala. Everything
started to get fuzzy and black. "But I'm supposed to ride in your car." I managed to choke out
before I fell asleep.