"Ginger Snaps 4: Heavenless"
34. Preparation
The downside of Barbara's cabin was that, barring the interior of the house, where it was even less possible, there wasn't any way of setting this up so that she could predict the lycanthrope's movements, or even restrict them. Fuck it, she thought, safety was overrated at this point.
But she did have some place to store the beast while, if she was successful, the cure took effect. It usually took two to three days, and the basement seemed the best of limited options. It wasn't the best room there was in the house, but from Ghost's thin narrative, she had deduced that the girl had kept the beast somewhere before her Reign of Moral Terror, and this was it.
With that decided, she took Ghost and checked with her weight to see if the trees in front of the cabin could hold her. If she tied the supporting strands to the tree trunks instead of branches, they could, so she did. She strung Ghost up, taking great care not to put her upside down. She needed to be alive for the lycanthrope to go for her. Not that it wouldn't go for her if she was dead, but this was a surer way.
Then, she retrieved her weapons. She tucked two needles each of yellow and northern blue into her jacket pockets, used the empty holster for the tranq gun and took the tranq rifle as her main weapon. She stabbed her hatchet onto the porch. If worst comes to worst.
She didn't expect things come to that.
She checked her watch. Five past four. Still a ways until sundown, still a ways until the cabin became, effectively, the beast's territory.
She retrieved a syringe of yellow monkshood and an elastic band from her bag and set it on the porch. She sat down next to it and started to watch the pathways, hands on the rifle.