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What i listened to write this story: Lets get in by Lloyd ft 50 cent.
I tend to pay attention more to the rhythm, chorus, and beat more than the lyrics. It helps me write better.
Chapter 1:
Cara helplessly looked around for shelter from the rain, making that her third hour walking through the snow-covered woods completely lost. Maybe she should've listened to Terry who specifically told her to not go hiking that morning. Tugging on the sleeves of her drenched snow jacket, she wiped her wet locks away from her face and continued trudging through the thick layer of snow covering everything in her path.
Unlike others, she's the opposite of someone considered 'calm' in these kinds of situations, she panics and thinks the world is going to tear down the middle. Every direction her eyes looked, she saw nothing but trees and snow, slowly it was hitting her- after three long hours of trying to convince herself she wasn't lost, it hit her.
She was completely lost.
Cara quickly wiped the water dripping off the tip of her nose and reached into her backpack, pulling out the rest of her power bar. Maybe eating a little would get her mind off being shivering cold and being lost. Her face suddenly scrunched up in disgust as she bit down on the bar only to find it soggy and watery.
"Aw, C'mon" She stomped her foot, wrapping the bar back into the package and stuffing it in her backpack. "That was the only food i had! I'm starving"
From being exposed to the bitter cold snow and rain, her body was using every last bit of heat it had. That was the last hour and now she was running low on that heat and it was visibly clear on her face, her lips were dark purple and her skin was turning sickly pale. Her fingers were stiff and numb, and who knew how her toes were doing.
Cara knew she was running on little time before her body would began to shut down from hypothermia, and her hopes of finding any place to warm up were beginning to run low. When she felt herself wanting to give up and sit in the woods and freeze to death, she caught a glance of something in the distance.
"Oh my god!" she gasped seeing the most beautiful sight in her life. Her energy levels shot from 0 to 100 in seconds as she ran from where she was all the way to the cabin. All she hoped was that she wasn't hallucinating or dreaming, and have the cabin suddenly disappear from her vision, but that seemed to run distant in her mind. All she could think about was taking a hot shower and food.
She hesitantly looked up at the cabin then made her way up the steps. It was oddly quiet around, no signs of animals or even birds. Cara lightly knocked on the door, not wanting to sound too desperate and scare whoever was inside-away. "Hello, uh. I'm sorry to disturb you but i'm some what lost and i need some help getting back to my camp"
Stuffing her hands inside her pockets, she thought to herself that maybe it wasn't the best idea to say she was lost. What if some rapist lived in there waiting for some poor lost tourist like herself to come by. She took a step back from the door and shuffled her feet uncomfortably.
Everything remained completely silent.
She knocked again, "Excuse me, but i really need some help out here" she spoke as a freezing cold breeze hit her and made her teeth chatter, "I'm soaking wet and i'm cold, look i'm not asking much other than some directions to get back to my cabin"
Nothing.
She bit down on her numb lips and looked a the windows on both sides of the door. Maybe there wasn't anyone inside? This was possibly the only place she was going to find for the next couple hours and she was not going to freeze to death knowing there was a perfectly good cabin right in front of her. As guilty as she was going to feel for doing this, she thought to herself, "With desperate times comes with desperate measures" and then she looked around for any sign of possible hunters ready to blow her head off.
She then grabbed her lucky bobby pin and put it in the lock, twisting and turning until she heard the familiar sound. "My good luck" she whispered kissing the black bobby pin-that up till now hadn't managed to let her down.
Cara slowly opened the door and peaked her head in, checking for anyone inside- and seeing that it was empty, let herself in and locked the door behind her.
Looking around the place, she saw that it had a small living room with a couch, a coffee table and a small tv, and to her right was a kitchen. The first thing she went for was the fridge and cabinets, imagining that there would be food. To her surprise, everything was completely empty, there was nothing in neither the cabinets and fridge. The only thing she managed to find was water and orange juice.
"Useless" she muttered closing the fridge door then walking down the dark hallway to find a bathroom. Not to her surprise, the bathroom matched the rest of the place, being completely empty with a only shower, a toilet but at least it had towel hanging on a hook hanging against the wall. Flipping on the lights, she rummaged through the cabinets underneath the sink and then grabbed the towel to dry her hair.
Scrunching her face up, she stared at the towel feeling that it was damp- as if someone had used it not that long ago. There was someone there, just not there at that time she thought to herself as she dried her dripping hair, then wiped her face. At least the towel didn't smell bad, actually it smelled pretty good with a musky scent.
Hanging the towel back on it's hook, Cara couldn't help but feel that being in there wasn't a good idea. What if the person walked in suddenly and caught her in there? She had no clue what kind of person lived there, what are the chances of a little nice old lady living there so secluded from society? Very slim.
With the bad feeling eating away at her, she quickly tied her hair into a pony tail and turned off the bathroom lights before heading out of the to leave the cabin. Still shivering from the wet clothes that stuck to her body, she was ready to leave. At that point Cara was willing to risk hypothermia then being potentially murdered for breaking into someone's cabin.
Zipping up her jacket, she walked to the kitchen to fill her water bottle when she heard the door being unlocked and then she saw the door handle twist. Cara looked around panicky, and quickly found herself running back into the hallway and slamming herself up against the wall, holding her breath and squeezing her eyes tight- praying softly. "Oh god, oh god" She mouthed.
Good job Cara, see what you get yourself into when you don't listen to me? she listened to her conscious say.
Thankfully whoever it was didn't seem notice anything, as they walked in the kitchen and turned on the water. Cara looked down the hallway, first thinking to hide in the bathroom, but the bathroom didn't have any way to escape. Then she noticed the last door at the end of the hallway, she guessed it was the person's bedroom. When she didn't hear the faucet anymore, she quickly raced to the room and locked herself in there.
Just like she had thought, it was a simple room with a bed, a closet in the corner and a sofa chair sitting across from the neatly folded bed. To her luck, there was a window right above the bed, which she jumped on top of and hurriedly tried to unlock the window. "C'mon!" She growled using all the force she had to pull it open. The window suddenly unlatched and slid back with more force than she had wished, creating a loud sound as it hit the window frame.
Cara stopped and listened carefully, fearing that the loud sound echoed through the cabin. Everything had become quiet- not a good quiet either, it was the type of quiet that both people in the cabin listened to. Cara only reacted when she heard the loud thumping sounds of boots against the floor getting louder and louder towards the room. She threw one leg out of the window and nearly screamed when she heard a loud sound of breaking and snapping wood.
"Whata-"Her brows furrowed in fear when she saw a metal hand sticking straight through the door, and then the hand clutched the door and pulled it completely off it's hinges breaking it in half from so much force.
Cara didn't think twice, knowing in less than ten seconds there was going to be someone walking into that room wanting to rip off her head, and so she threw herself out, luckily having the snow break her fall. Picking herself up, she looked up at the window- she was not about to wait for the maniac to appear, so she began to run as fast as her legs could take her back into the woods. She didn't care what direction she ran, as long as she got away from that place.
She had never ran that fast in her life, and at that second she begin regretting not taking track in high school as she felt her breaths shorten and legs become wobbly. Dodging trees and looking back to see if the person was after her, Cara felt something nearly scrape against the side of her face, it was so fast that didn't see what it was until it lodged into the tree behind of her. She picked up her pace, but from a quick glance she saw it was a black sort of knife.
She spun around again, looking for whoever threw it when she felt a sudden excruciating pain in her shoulder that hurled her back onto the snow. She looked down and saw the same black knife jammed deep into her flesh, blood running down her arm and dripping off the tip of her fingers. Her eyes widened and she yelled in pain as her free hand wrapped around the knife and tried pulling it out.
Whoever threw it must of had a lot of arm power to throw with so much strength from so far. Cara cried out in pain as the knife barley moved- it only drew more blood from her shoulder that stained the snow in red. Without the slightest clue, a man suddenly appeared over her, It must of been the same one who broke the door and threw the knife. Cara whimpered as she tried helplessly crawling back away from the man who looked at her with death in his eyes.
He then lunged at her and picked her up, wrapping his cold metal fingers around her neck, "i'm sorry!" She cried, hot tears flooding down her cheeks. "I didn't mean to break into her cabin, i was just lost!" Her hands wrapped around the unfamiliar feeling of cold metal, she looked down and saw that the man's arm was indeed metal. She furrowed her brows in confusion and looked back at at the man's stubbly face,He was wearing a baseball cap that covered his long hair underneath and his eyes were dark and cold.
With his free hand, he grabbed the knife and jerked it out from her shoulder with ease. Cara yelled in distress feeling more blood run down her arm, "Please don't kill me" she cried. The man's face hadn't seemed to change, he still had the cold and dark look of a 'killer' written all over him, and Cara just so happened to be his next victim.
With all the force Cara had, she kicked the man straight in his groan forcing him to drop her and then she took off watching as he fell to the snow in pain. That only seemed to anger him even more as she chased after her, clearly with ten times more the velocity she had to get away. Catching up to her within a couple seconds, he tackled her to the snow and with his flesh hand knocked her right out before she could start screaming.
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