What choice do I have?

While all I can hear is my mother's voice in the back of my head.

Don't go anywhere with strangers.

At this point it was rather moot.

So I half stumble half walk towards the cabin the sun beating down on me. My exhaustion driving me forwards. I reach the open front down and stagger in.

Bathrooms first door on the left! Carter's voice boomed through the house by felt a million miles away.

I swung the door open revealing a quant bare bathroom. A small ceramic bathtub sat snuggly in the corner. The bathroom had a toilet and sink as well as a large mirror. Any for the first time in days I managed to see myself in the mirror.

My blonde hair was matter brown my mud and sweat in clung to my head like a block of dirt. My face was covered in snot and mud and my eyes red and puffy. My clothes were completely destroyed my sweater and legging were torn to pieces with small drips of blood visable on the clothing. I quickly stripped down to my underwear and went to the toilet. I sat there for what felt like hours catching my breath and... Doing what comes naturally.

Eventually I looked up and admired the shower head above the bath.

The shower was amazing. Well that's not exactly true. In a normal situation? It would be fine. Little low pressure but fine. But after all that walking. Sleeping under a tree? It was as close to heaven as I've ever been. I let the warm water roll over my body and attempted to wash myself with a bar of plain soap Carter had. He clearly lived alone... One toothbrush near the sink. One blue towel. It was a Spartan existence...

Once the water ran clear I filled a bathtub and attempted to rest. The warmth was comforting but I couldn't shake the cold dead stare of Derrick...