"If the cold doesn't kill you, the wolves will."
NOT A WEREWOLF STORY
Book 1 of 2.
In which an 18-year-old girl flees to Alaska to escape being accused of murder & to uncover what happened to her uncle. Involves two gentle giants.
Completed. :)
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Chapter 15 | ALASKAN AX MURDERER
You're joking.
Does he honestly think he's just going to get to walk away? He can't ditch me just like that! I mean, he totally can, but he totally shouldn't.
I drop my bag in the snow and run after him, "Nooopeeee!"
Standing in front of him, I hold out my hands, my palms flat.
"You're just going to ditch me like that?"
"I wasn't aware that you need babysitting."
"I-"
"Do you not know how to start a fire?"
"I can," I state honestly, "But, can I have like a sleeping bag and some blankets, though, or something?"
He raises an eyebrow, "Only once you've started a fire."
Then, he side-steps me and walks in the direction of his cabin.
"You don't just start a fire. You build it," I mutter lamely, remembering what the survival books said.
He probably didn't believe my claim that I can start a fire.
Well, I'll have to show him that I can, then.
Walking back to my bag, I open it up and take out the matches, putting them in my coat pocket. Then, I glance around for some birch trees.
Birch trees make up about 10% of Alaska's forest, so I should be able to find some.
Then, I think my eyes land on one, many yards away, hidden behind an evergreen. Hopefully, it is, in fact, a birch tree. And, hopefully, some birch bark has fallen off it, since I don't feel like killing the poor tree.
You see, birch bark makes for a fantastic fire fuel. It really just gets it going. However, if you peel it off the tree, the tree will die.
I make my way over to it, finding that it's in terrible condition. It looks dead.
"Yay!" I exclaim, absolutely thrilled.
I take as much as I can carry in my arms and bring it all back to the cave.
That way, if it rains or something, I have a dry supply of it.
After I've knelt and cleared out a simple little spot near the opening of the small cave, I stand up again.
"Okay, time to find some kindling and little dead tree branches or something."
I walk out of the cave, starting to trek aimlessly around the forest.
I find nothing.
And, I know that sounds incredibly moronic, considering I'm literally in a heavily-wooded forest, but it's true! There are no little twigs for kindling and no dead fallen branches of any kind.
