You pulled your jumper closer to your body, the high collar covering your mouth, a puff of steam coming out of it. It was cold, and it was time to carry the logs of firewood from the shed to the cabin, which had electricity, but it didn't always work, and the heater wasn't always enough for the harsh winters.

You became alert when you heard the sound of an engine. A car? Who would come here? Far from the cabin area, in a barren forest where there were no significant natural beauties like waterfalls or caves to lure tourists here. You dropped the logs quietly and crawled behind a nearby tree. holding a revolver that you must never, under any circumstances, let out of your hand. Your heart raced wildly. Have they found you? Have they come for revenge? Did the others find you?

Your breath caught as you recognized the car that had arrived and stepped out of it Price dressed in a green vest with a beanie on his head. His eyes searching you for a moment before he spotted you. He frowned a little. "I thought I told you that you shouldn't go out before dark."

Ever since Price had spared your life, you'd been living here, under his wing, but... maybe it would have been better if he'd taken it from you.