Olivia’s Survivor Story Part 3

She’s made it a week in the wilderness.

Day 8 – On The Move

Today marked the end of a week I’ve spent here in this valley. I’ve come to find out (based on the brochures I’ve found) that this area is called Mystery Lake. “A great camping destination”… Right…

I finished reading and taking notes from this “Wilderness Kitchen” book I found. Maybe I can do something more than just searing the venison I’ve been finding. Maybe I can get some more if I actually hunted some deer for once instead of fighting wolves for scraps.

I realized yesterday that the cabin I’ve been staying in, while cozy, is a little too far out of the way to continue being useful for long. Had I stayed, I’d definitely run out of supplies fast. I took the initiative this morning before the sun rose, packed what I could carry, and headed to the ranger cabin. It’s closer to the tracks after all, and there’s more around that area to search. I need to keep moving anyway.

I could’ve taken everything with me, but it wouldn’t have been a fun trip. After considering the option of using that book for firestarter yesterday, I had an idea. I left behind some supplies for anyone else that might need them. I sure wasn’t going to need too many redundancies, and Dad always set the example of helping people out. “Never take more than you need. You never know when you might be on the other end.”

I miss them.

Anyways, I left a note for the next person who shows up. They’re in for a treat. I left them a few bottles of clean water, a full kerosene lamp, a couple books, a knife, a hatchet, and some medical supplies. I hope it gets put to good use.

Oh, and I ate that can of dog food for breakfast. So that’s a new low. I was a little torn, given that I had some peaches and other canned foods left over, but I figured I’d get the worst out of the way. I have to say though, it didn’t taste… terrible. It was like a chunky can of Spam and bean dip mixed together.

In the hopes that I’d find some more food (like not dog food), I searched around in the cabins by the lake since I’m in the area now. The first set of them were burned to a crisp, along with everything useful inside. Starting to reconsider the fire thing again… I do actually need to start being more careful.

Interestingly, I found another person’s journal. I read a little bit of it before I came to the idea of using it for firestarter too, before the thought came to my mind that someone else is probably going to burn my journal to keep warm. I’m starting to wonder if there’s any point to writing this at all. I decided that I’d keep it. Fate also seems to have a sick sense of humor. Among the supplies I pulled from the cabins were three cans of dog food… But hey, I also found a brand new pair of Levis. So there’s that. Oh, and a .303 caliber hunting rifle.

I could’ve stood to have a better day though.

After heading back outside one of the cabins, I tripped over a body in the snow, and I wish that I could say it was just another person that froze to death.

I can’t believe I just wrote that.

He was stripped down to his thermals, and had a hole in his chest. Despite wearing red clothing, I could see the faint hint of blood on him. He’s been dead for some time, but I didn’t stick around to see if his murderer was coming back. I ran as fast as I could back to the cabin.

I’m writing this in the dark, with the doors barred. I get the feeling that I won’t be sleeping much tonight.

See what happens next in Part 4 of Olivia’s story.

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