Samuel and Edna still standing, thinking about what Victor had said. A burst of wind hummed shrilly about the cabin, sounding sharp and gloomy, like a lost soul.
The woman looked up at the ceiling, scared, afraid.
For a moment he looked at her, her skin had gone pale suddenly and she was hugging herself. He touched her arm, making her give a little jump.
- Hey... Hey…- He took her cold hands, forcing her to see him- Breathe... You're pale, calm down.
- It's just... God... We almost died... And this is creepy... Surely there must be ghosts... - She looked around.
Drake smiled. She could be very observant and logical, but she fervently believed in ghosts, spirits, apparitions, demons and others, and she really feared them.
- We're alive ¿Right?- Samuel patted his arm, to distract her mind- And no ghosts here.
- You say that... You don't believe in that...
- Edy... - He moved close to her.
Edna looked at him. He rarely called her "Edy" and when he did, he use exactly that same tone, incredibly calming. It was his way to get her attention and relax her at the same time.
She nodded, understanding.
- Action plan- He said, to continue her mind occupied in useful things- ¿What first?
- Wounds- She sighed, calming down a bit- General check.
They had only run, so it was unlikely that they were hurt. Even so, It was good to be completely safe. Also, establish an action plan and follow the steps was a good way for Edna, stop thinking about ghosts and lost a bit of its fear. It was a militarized way, but it worked.
We reviewed themselves, and mutually. They were only cold.
- ¿Whats next?- Sam asked.
- The state of the shelter and fire.
- Exactly. I'll check the door and windows.
Samuel toured the rooms, which they were not many. A main room, a pantry full of things and something that pretended to be a room. He checked the front windows, along with the front door, almost completely covered by snow who had been stopped by the wall near the entrance. The back windows were free and the pantry had its own door to the outside, he could open. I knew where to go.
Even so, he made sure that nothing was opened by itself, and he bolted the door from the inside, just in case.
Edna reviewed the brick fireplace that was in the main room. He pulled a pair of trunks, there since God knows when, full of snow, she pulled back all the littles crap flammable and she placed a few trunks that were in the pantry. There was not much, but was enough. With his lighter she lit the fire, generating a little light and heat. Then she called his companion.
He quickly appeared and stood frent the fire, at her side.
- Finally- He rubbed his hands.
- ¿News?
- The front is covered in snow but there is an exit from the pantry.
- ¿Do you lead for some blankets? I will check if there is water and food.
- It's early, you don't need to run.
She touched her head. He smiled. Shaareim wasn't hurry, just she needed to continue to function mentally.
The woman checked the pantry from head to toe. It was full of things, yes, but unhelpful, but there was an oil lamp which seemed functional, so she took it to the room, just in case.
The room had more crap, a table and a chair semi worn, not too big. Drake placed above the couch the pair of fleecy blankets he had found. It was not much, but worse it was nothing. Plus, they had their own blanket in each backpacks.
In the room he was also found something useful.
- There is not many blankets, but I also found this shotgun and ammunition- He placed near the couch- It seems in good condition.
- I found empty bottles, but no water- She come close- But we can boil snow for that...
-¿Any food?
- Four energy bars. Relatively new- She's left them on the couch before walking to the pantry- And already expired canned. We should not eat them unless we try to commit suicide.
Drake had slowly taken the heavy couch a few meters closer to the fireplace, discovering that even had a compartment to extend the footwell, letting the couch working as a bed. That was why the room itself had no bed. Strange.
He began to feel quite cold, so he sat down not far from fire and he started doing crunches to raise his temperature.
-¿You're ok?- Edna look at him, while she placed a pot with snow in the fire.
- Yes…- He did not stop- Just... Cold...
- Now is when being fat, works...
-You are not fat…
- I'm also not thin- She warmed his hands.
- You... are a woman… you are biologically prepared... for these cases.
- Well- She patted her own thigh- Very prepared.
- Stubborn...
Edna shrugged, smiling, internally grateful. Samuel never allow her insulting herself for her physique. He could call her fearful and stubborn but he never confirmed she was fat, much less when she just had just a little extra weight.