Nora, wake up.” Nora opened her eyes to find Hunter standing over her. She was lying down on a hard, damp surface. She blinked. She was indoors, and the interior reminded her of a wooden cabin. She pushed herself up and looked around. She was in a small room. A single window let in the outside light. The walls and ceiling were both made of wooden planks, but they were heavy with age. The room was barren. Mildew grew thick on the walls, and the floor she was lying on was dirty. Heavy dust filled the air, causing her to cough. “Where are we?” she managed eventually. “An old grain mill,” Hunter said. Nora noticed a closed door in one of the walls. “Nobody comes here anymore. I thought it’d be a good place to regroup.” Nora struggled to her feet, eyeing Hunter warily. “How come you didn’t tell me we were coming here?” “You passed out before I had the chance. I carried you from the car.” “You carried me? How far in the woods are we?” “An hour from the road. Nobody should bother us here for some time.
