Chapter 3…… In front of the cabin, Lydia loaded her pistol and stepped carefully towards the cottage. She was scared that they might hear her loud heartbeats. Her breath was shallow and deep, she was trying to drag more air into her shivering lips. Her forehead was sweating, even if it was an afternoon of February. All of sudden, she barged hastily into the cabin, holding her pistol tightly and placing her finger on the trigger, ready to shoot at any time. She pointed the pistol to the front, as her hands were trembling and shivering. Could she be able to do it? “Do not move!!” she yelled “I will shoot!!!” She looked around her, but found no one in front. She was sure that someone would be hiding in the cabin, however she was shocked that she found no one. Frightening her, was the large pond of red fresh blood, that seemed still warm and new. She knew, then, that they were near around. Then, out of blue, a man from behind the door barged at her, wrapping his musc
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