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Okay so updates have been a little inconsistent lately and for that I apologise. Because of how busy things are now, I'll try to update every 1-2 months instead of the monthly updates from before. Also, once again, I want give all my thanks to you guys for supporting my story!

She was running. She didn't know where, but she was running. The crisp snow crunched under her boots and her hair bellowed in the wind as snowflakes danced around her. Beth didn't look where she was going which caused her to trip over a jagged rock on the ground. Her whole body ached for a moment but shook it off as she immediately scrambled to her feet and continued running.

Her sister was in trouble. That was the only thing that mattered. If she slowed down for a just a second, it could cost her her life.

Then a sudden scream made her freeze in place. It shook her to the core and it was more painful than anything she had ever experienced.

"Hannah!", she choked out. Nothing. "Hannah!" Another scream.

Wasting no more time, she regained her pace and resumed her sprint through the forest. The shrieks began to get louder and louder the further she ventured across the mountain. That could've been a good sign; it meant she was getting closer.

Suddenly, another shriek echoed across the mountain. Except it wasn't like Hannah's. It was nothing like Hannah's. Beth was unsure to even call it human. But she didn't let it faze her. However, another one of those screams hit her like a trainwreck. It was close. Too close.

Pushing her way through some branches, she heard Hannah cry out again, which was followed by the sight of her lying in the snow. Completely still, life drained from her eyes and blood from her stomach staining the snow.

"NO! HANNAH!"

Beth scrambled to her side and helplessly tried to get her sister's attention despite knowing her efforts would be futile. She pressed her fingers to her neck and became numb with shock when she couldn't find a pulse.

The sound of her own cries clogged her throat as she didn't know what to do. Wordlessly, she lifted Hannah's lifeless upper body so she could hug her sister to her chest. She didn't say or cry anything. What could she say?

The inhuman shriek came again. This time it was right next to her. She shakily raised her head to see the Wendigo staring at her with obvious hunger. Too distraught over losing her sister, Beth turned her attention back to Hannah, now deciding to let sorrows out. She didn't even care about the monster raising its claw to strike.

"I'm so sorry…", she sobbed.

Beth came hurling back to consciousness in a cold sweat. She hugged herself tightly, breathing very heavily before she began to realise that she was hyperventilating. She took several minutes to calm her nerves and reassure herself that nothing in that dream was real.

It's okay., she thought. I'm alive… she's alive.

Are you sure about that?, a voice at the back of her mind asked.

Before she could answer that, Beth rose to her feet and picked up the shotgun. Looking to the end of the small room, she only just realised the wolf had left at some point. Beth didn't know if was relieved or slightly disheartened.

Making her way back through the corridor and down the stairs, she could see Jack, with his flamethrower, feeding the two wolves. They waited patiently for a moment before Jack threw them their food. Beth was still surprised about how he was able to train feral animals like they were pets.

Looking out of a decaying windowsill, she could see the sun's light peeking through the trees, bathing the building a soft warm glow. It almost made the Sanitarium look a tad less sinister in the daylight (though it was still scary notheless).

She walked down the stairs and over to the older man, still unsure about how to interact with him. "Um… morning." She rubbed her bitten arm nervously.

Jack looked her way and nodded in response. "Morning. How's the arm?"

Beth was a little taken back by his concern. "Oh… yeah, it's better. Well, as good as it can be. It doesn't hurt anymore."

"Good.", Jack replied, throwing another piece of food to the wolves.

Beth walked over next to him, crossed her arms and looked down at the wolves. "I don't get it. How can you train two wolves like they're dogs?"

Jack chuckled. "It's wasn't really that hard. You just gotta show them that you're not a threat. After a while, they'll start treating you like companions and not potential prey."

"You make it sound so easy. What are their names?"

The old man looked at her like she had told a really bad joke. "What?"

The teen snorted. "Wait, you're saying in the time you've had them you never thought about giving them names?"

"No, because they're not pets."

"You literally throw them dog bones."

Jack grumbled. "I'm not having a conversation over this." And with that, he walked off to do one of the many duties he probably had on his mind.

Beth chuckled. It was strange. For the last day or so she had spent her time fighting to stay alive and now here she was joking around with an old man she knew absolutely nothing about.

Only that he trapped cursed and possessed monsters. Yeah, if she told that to anyone they'd think she's crazy.

Trying to find a way to kill time, she knelt down in front of the wolves who were still sitting around. She petted their ears and they whined in satisfaction.

Her mouth curved up on one side. "Why don't we give you guys names, hm?" The wolves didn't react but Beth figured as much. She rocked back on her heels and bit her lip. "Okay, um… how about for you-", she pointed to the one on the right. "Winter, 'cause it's always snowy up here." She pointed to the one on the left, presumably the one that slept by her bed the previous night. She was shot for ideas now. "And you… Wolfie." She sighed over dramatically.. "I know, I'm not that original with names, give me a break."

For some reason, she felt more at ease when talking to the wolves, even though the concept itself should've been a red flag that she was going insane. Although it probably made sense, seeing as she didn't really have anyone else to talk to…

A high-pitch screech from the other end of the room pulled her from her thoughts and instantly rose up to her feet, instinctively reaching for her shotgun. However, she was put at ease as Jack casually emerged from the corridor.

"Are they always that loud?", she asked.

"Get used to it.", he replied.

They stood in an awkward silence for several moments, neither making eye contact with each other. Beth wondered if Jack was just as uncomfortable about the situation as she was. She sat down and her eyes wandered to a nearby window. She considered her words before speaking.

"They're probably wondering where we are now."

Jack looked up at her as he grabbed his food. "Who? You're friends?" Beth didn't answer. "Well, it's only a matter of time before they bring the police here."

Her eyes shot up. "You don't think they'll find this place do you?" Beth thought that having the police crawling around the place wouldn't really help in her search for Hannah.

Jack shook his head. "It'll be ages before they figure out how to get from the mountain to the Sanitarium. The only known route is through the mines and I don't think they'll find those anytime soon."

"Oh.", was all Beth had to say in response, but she guessed it made sense. She thought that, even if anyone of them knew the location of the Sanitarium, it would be unlikely they would know how to find a way there.

"Why were you two even in the woods that time of night?", Jack suddenly asked.

Beth shifted uncomfortably in her seat. "Oh. Just some… stupid prank my friends played on Hannah that caused her run out."

Jack raised her eyebrow. "Not really a smart move if you ask me."

Beth glared daggers at him but was unsure if she was intimidating or not. "She was clearly embarassed and it must've… rubbed her the wrong way or something." She groaned. "I don't even know why I'm talking to a complete stranger about this."

"A complete stranger who saved your life." He sounded defensive. "You could at least sound grateful."

Beth looked back at him, offended. "I never said I wasn't." She scoffed and crossed her arms. "You could at least see where I'm coming from.", she grumbled like a stubborn child.

"If you don't trust me then why are you still here?"

She whipped around to face Jack. "You know why. I've said it a dozen times and I'll say it again: I know this a big fucking risk I'm taking, but if means saving my sister then I'll take my chances."

Beth had no idea where this side of her was coming from. At first she thought it was adrenaline and was just saying what was coming to mind, but she wasn't feeling any so she concluded against it. Maybe the last day or so with Jack changed her more than she thought, what with the guns, mines and Wendigos.

But she meant it. If this was what she had to do, then she'd do it.

Jack watched her glare at him for a moment before cracking a grin and chuckling.

"Guess I was wrong about you kid. You've got some spark in you after all."

Suddenly all the tension in her chest subsided. Was he testing her? See how she'd react? If anything, that possibility made her a little more annoyed at him as he chuckled again and went back to his food.

Maybe he had the right idea. She did need that bit of spark in order to pull off what she did the previous night. But if she spent too much time on the mountain, what would happen to her? Would she become like Jack, become sombre in everything she would say, have every shred of humanity sucked out of her?

The mere thought of it terrified Beth more than it should have. She wasn't anything like this man and she wouldn't allow herself to go that far. Not that it would come to it.

With that idea abandoned, she set down her food and stood up. "So what are we doing until nightfall?"

Jack rose to her level. "Well, I'm gonna check on the traps again and then I'll take you through the mines so you can learn the pattern the Wendigo's take during the night."

Beth thought it seemed like enough to keep her occupied until another night of hunting. She picked up her shotgun. "Alright then, lead the way."

Jack nodded and turned and began to walk. Beth followed and then smiled slyly.

"Oh and by the way…"

"What?", Jack replied.

"I named them."

Jack groaned.

You know, if the police swept the whole mountain, why didn't they find the Wendigos in the Sanitarium? Either they knew more than they were letting on or maybe they just couldn't get there. That could make sense since they only checked the mines when the kids told them about them and if the police DID know about the mines, then they would've checked them during the investigation and possibly find Hannah. Well, hopefully the explanation Jack gave for why the police may not find them makes sense for this to work. If it doesn't, just roll with it.

Woo! Apologies for the rant, just had to get that out there. And Beth naming the wolves was too good to pass up! I thought we needed something a little more lighthearted. Anyways, see you guys next time!

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