"So...you're the granddaughter of the so infamous man that resides in these mountains?", the man asked.
"Sure? My other grandfather was tank ace Wittmann", I replied, but only the old man knew who I was speaking of since my friends weren't exactly ones who fancied history much. The man was about to speak but I spoke before him, "Well, that's my side of the story - well my version - so I suggest you tell the story to them your way. And excuse me, everyone, I'm rather tired so I'm going to bed, goodnight", and everyone said goodnight as I grabbed my notebook and walked over to the bedroom I was using and closed the door behind me. I laid down on my bed and set my notebook under my pillow, set my alarm, and went to bed unusually quickly for me, but it felt good to rest.
I woke up before everyone else, as I would have guessed, and decided I'd eat something like anyone else would do when they woke up, so I made a sandwich and, obviously, I ate it. When I finished my sandwich I looked up at the clock on the cabin wall and saw it was noon and looked at the fireplace: we had no more wood. I decided to go out to chop and more firewood, so I went to my room and got dressed in all of my winter clothing that I had brought with me. I put my notebook in the big pocket on the inside of my winter coat (because I don't leave it anywhere out of my sights) and grabbed my phone and started to head out. When I stepped out of my room I saw everyone walking about like they're half dead; they must of just woken up. I offered them a "Good morning" and I received a bunch of somewhat friendly grumbles and growls.
"Where are you going?", Roy asked sleepily.
"I'm gonna go get some firewood, we're almost -" I started to explain, but my phone started to ring and it was Oma calling. "What?!" I called out to myself in a panicking whisper.
"Hello?!", I asked worried when I answered the phone.
"Erika? Honey, I just want to let you know I'm not feeling too spiffy...", Oma said in her native language; German.
"Oma, are you ok!? How are you? How do you feel?", I asked, also in German.
"I...I-I feel light headed and dizzy...and very cold, too.", she explained what sounded like a fever.
"Oma, sit down in the living room, or sit down on the closest seat near you, I'm coming down the mountain, ok?", I instructed.
"Girl, I may be old, but I can handle myself!", she sassed back.
"Oma, I'm coming back down, the last thing I want is for you there all alone, sick and needing help, and me up here not there to help you! I'm coming down this mountain in less than twenty minutes, ok?"
She sighed in defeat, "Ok, ok...be careful and I love you, you little stubborn Kraut. I'll see you when you get here."
"Love you too, call if anything is wrong, bye", I hung up the phone and turned to my friends, "Guys, I have to go, it's a huge emergency with my grandma. I'm gonna go down there now and check up on her, if nothing is wrong I'll be back up within tomorrow, if not...well, let's hope 'if not' isn't the case. Bye guys!", I yelled the last part as I exited the door and they yelled their farewells as I shut the door. I ran down the slopes as far as I could and thanked God Oma and I didn't live up the mountain instead of down the mountain. As I was running my phone rang and I answered it, "Hello?"
"Are you alright?", Oma asked.
"Fine! I'm about...uh fifteen minutes? Yeah, I'll say fifteen minutes until I'm there Oma, I have to go, bye! Love you!"
"Loves, bye", and then I hung up.
Within fifteen minutes I was home and out of breath but I ran to the front door but, to my glorious luck, was unable to stop running and slammed into the front door. All just merely let out an "Oof" and opened the front door. I walked inside, taking my gloves off and shutting the front door, but shook most of the snow off of me before I walked completely inside calling out to Oma.
"In here", she said and I followed her voice into the living room. Turned out she had a fever, so I fixed her up and put her on the couch in the living room like we always do when someone's sick, and then tried to call Vergard and the group the time, but no one answered. I only assumed it was because they were outside playing or something. Next three nights I stayed with Oma, and she was, thankfully, getting better. Today I was about to leave to get a few groceries we needed and I was at the door about to say goodbye to my Oma, but she repeatedly called my name in panic, so I panicked and ran into the living room.
"Oma, are you ok?!", I asked.
"Was?(What?) Nein, I'm perfectly fine! Look, look!" She said pointing at the tv. The news was on and it was on a massive killing in the mountain that happened just recently! But I didn't freak out until I saw who the victims were: Vergard, Chris, Roy, and everybody else! The cabin was shown burnt down, and it showed Martin as the killer. To think, I survived all of this because of one phone call from Oma. I would say I could cry, but I learnt that there are better things to cry for, considering they weren't exactly really close friends. But one thing for sure, I knew it's going to affect me in the long run.
"Oma, they're gone...everyone's gone...everyone but me" I said in disbelief.