There's no reply. The cabin is dead quiet, and dim at that. She thinks to reach for a light switch and a twist of a smile grows on her face –– it's a cute place, but it's rustic, and it takes her a grim moment to remember she's now decades off from having power running to anywhere she lives. Without thinking, Tess reaches to the strap of her remaining backpack and clicks on her tactical flashlight, which partially illuminates the cabin around her. The battery, she realizes, will have to last her decades too. The crank to recharge it is only as good as the battery's hold.
Tess moves to the bedroom door and gingerly pushes the door open, taking her light with her. She takes in the room with a quick, efficient sweep, and her heart sinks when there's no silhouette of him under the bedcovers. She lets out a long, slow breath, crossing the cabin again like he might be hiding behind a curtain or in some nook or cranny, but it's not a very big cabin. There's not a lot of places for a man his size to hide. If she can't hear a trace of life inside, then he must be out. Maybe for weeks.
But she hears something –– a horse, maybe? –– move outside.
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There's no reply. The cabin is dead quiet, and dim at that. She thinks to reach for a light switch and a twist of a smile grows on her face –– it's a cute place, but it's rustic, and it takes her a grim moment to remember she's now decades off from having power running to anywhere she lives. Without thinking, Tess reaches to the strap of her remaining backpack and clicks on her tactical flashlight, which partially illuminates the cabin around her. The battery, she realizes, will have to last her decades too. The crank to recharge it is only as good as the battery's hold.
Tess moves to the bedroom door and gingerly pushes the door open, taking her light with her. She takes in the room with a quick, efficient sweep, and her heart sinks when there's no silhouette of him under the bedcovers. She lets out a long, slow breath, crossing the cabin again like he might be hiding behind a curtain or in some nook or cranny, but it's not a very big cabin. There's not a lot of places for a man his size to hide. If she can't hear a trace of life inside, then he must be out. Maybe for weeks.
But she hears something –– a horse, maybe? –– move outside.
Just in case, she reaches for her gun.