Twenty-Six | Dom
Twenty-Six
Dom
Jo was curled against my chest when a loud noise woke me up.
I rolled her away as quickly and gently as I could, as I jumped out of bed and grabbed my gun.
It took a few seconds for my brain to fully wake up as I rushed around the bedroom, making sure no one was inside with us.
I cleared the bathroom, then headed for the rest of the cabin, pulling the bedroom door shut behind me.
I kept my hands steady with the gun aimed in front of me while I focused, listening for any sign that someone was there as I quickly cleared the other bedrooms and bathroom before stepping into the living room.
The front door was wide open as a gust of wind whipped through the room, sending a chill through me. I watched the door for any signs of movement while I quickly scanned the kitchen and checked around the counter to make sure no one was hiding.
Once the cabin was clear, I walked to the front door and started to push it closed when I stopped and stared at the fresh footprints in the snow. I looked up, desperate to find who it was, but the falling snow made it impossible to see anything.
I shut the door and locked it as I took a few steps back, my breath coming out heavy as my heart raced.
Someone had been there.
There was absolutely no way that they were my footprints from when I brought our stuff in earlier. Hours had passed since I had been outside, and the snow had been falling consistently since then.
“What’s wrong?” Jo asked, startling me as my head whipped around to look at her.
Before I could say anything, I spotted the red dot on her chest. I leaped in front of her as a shot rang out, piercing the silence around us as she fell to the floor.