Previously:

She stopped the truck near the many cluster of cabins and got out of the truck, stretching her tired muscles, and sighed at the amount of work they needed.

"Time to get to work."

Now:

Emma spent a few minutes uploading the truck and sorted her materials. Today she would spend the day focusing on the main cabin, it had been the one the counsellors had claimed because it was the largest and it would be the most suitable home.

Emma took a slow walk around the cabin, inspecting the log exterior for damage and found it to be quite extensive. Sighing she made a note of the various types of damage including rot in various sections. Some areas close to the roof had been damaged to the guttering fall apart but the effective if crude ice pick method proved it was only minor and would be fairly easy to repair. The lower logs were completely ruined though, at some point the foundation logs had sunk or broken meaning the cabin sat on the ground with allowed moisture to seep in and rot the wood as well as making it an inviting home for termites and would need to be completely replaced.

Luckily for Emma, these types of cabins were rebuilt for easy construction and therefore easy deconstruction. It took her several hours to clean out the cabin and take off the roof which almost resulting in her falling through damaged sections more than once before she could even begin to remove the log sections making up the walls to repair time. By the late afternoon, Emma had completely taken down the cabin and repaired the foundation but she rumbling stomach forced her to take a break despite the fact it would waste precious daylight that she needed.

The weather was on her side as it was warm and humid, if she needed to sleep under the stars for a few night then she would, she just hoped it wouldn't rain. After washing down a can of lukewarm soup with a bottle of water, Emma separated the log panels into those that could be repaired and those that couldn't.

Emma decided to focus her attention on those that need repairs as the epoxy she needed to fix them wouldn't keep once she mixed it up. She planed down the logs just a little to give her a fresh surface to work with. She started by injected liquid wood into the smaller soft areas as it strengthened the wood by surrounding the wood cells and solidifies them, maintaining the wood structure but making it rock hard before moving onto the areas that needed epoxy.

In the cavities she added the wood epoxy which she had mixed with sawdust from when she just the plane to give it a better texture and added some pigment for colour as it was a dry white. Before it could dry, she added some additional texture and detail with a nail to match the rest of the log. After it dried, she painted it a tan colour to match the wood ready for staining later on. Some sections needed to be chiselled away, then she added a "Dutchman" or filler piece cut to match the section of wood removed. After she glued and fastened the replacement piece into the damaged area, it was ready to be blended with stain to hide it in the finish.

As the sun began to set, Emma moved onto cutting the replacement logs. She fastened the new logs down with wood nails into a holding board before cutting them to size before sanding them back for staining. The replacement logs didn't take her as long as she thought but the light was fading fast. She fired up the truck turning on the lights as she started to piece the cabin back together. The logs slotted into each other as did the floor pieces and before she knew it the cabin was taking shape. The roof would have to wait until the morning as she needed the light to nail down the new felt but the bare bones of her new home were there. Putting her tools down for the night, she headed back to the truck, exhaustion setting in. Emma crawled into the back seat, wadding up her jacket for a pillow before dragging a blanket over her before she let sleep take her.

Unknown to Emma she had been watched since the sun set, the masked figure watched her from the tree line, still and silent.

The Killer of Camp Blood had been alerted when she crossed the threshold into the camp but didn't break cover during the day opting to wait for the night. However, his curiosity had been peaked as he watched the girl unload tool and wood from the truck. He stood unmoving for hours as he watched her disassemble the cabin where he had killed many people and put it back together. The smell of sawdust and stain reminded him of a long forgotten time when he had been there with his mother, nervous and shy on his first day at the camp.

Jason shook his head, clearing the memories away as he prepared to move in for the kill, when his mother's voice interrupted him.

"Let's wait, sweetheart. I want to see what she's doing."

Jason understood his mother's curiosity as it matched his own and he retreated when the girl had climbed into the truck. As he silently walked through the woods, he couldn't shake the feeling that the girl was familiar to him but most of his memories were long forgotten.

All the while, Emma slept, completely unaware of the fate she had avoided.