Elias was a profound hunter with military knowledge and training. It didn't take much to notice that. So, he put his skills to use. He often went hunting almost every season, bringing back all kinds of meats that would be eaten in less than a week.

On one of his trips, he brought his boys, Logan and David, on their first hunting trip. But after the first few days, he realized maybe they were too young for this. Maybe seven wasn't old enough. David didn't have the heart to shoot a big old buck. David cried. Logan cried. It was a mess.

So this year, he decided to have the reason for them to stay at home. Maybe next year, he thought.

What a year this was, though. He never expected what came next.

Another season went by, his wife agreeing to let Elias do his thing with the promise that he would bring back something pretty. It was a long drive to his cabin, but this time it took him around 12 hours. Back to his second home at this point, but his gut told him something was off.

He walked inside, brow furrowed. His spare door was left wide open. Maybe an animal, but then he checked his cabinets. His spare trail bars were missing, wrappers scattered on the floor. On top of that, his med kit was raided. Whoever came by must've needed it, right?

He still had that gut feeling as he took his rifle off the rack. At least that was untouched. He stared at the closed doors of his bedroom and the bathroom. He never left those closed when he left.

Somebody was still here.