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The Cabin
Kristen Willaford’s eyes looked around her in disbelief. Just a moment ago, she had been lying in bed with Sean, her husband. Now she seemed to be in some sort of old inn. The walls were plain, nothing but old, rotten wooden planks. A round table had been set in the center, with a single well-worn chair next to her. Kristen laid a pale hand on the table, running her slender-fingers over the cracks. She was beautiful, there was no denying that. Between her fair skin, her slightly frizzy blonde hair, and her amazing light blue eyes that were set in her emotional face, it was more than enough to turn a few heads.
Beside her was Sean’s tattoo-happy friend, Zach Wallace. Zach was, how should I put this, a bit of a wild man. At 23, he had already changed his hair color and flirted with more woman than any normal person (well, any normal woman) could imagine. All this despite the fact that he was married. But Amanda could handle it. She realized that this was simply Zach’s personality. Flirty. She knew that at the end of the day there was only one woman on his arm. As far as looks went, Zach was definitely not lacking. He had a bit of a Latino look about him. Zach was about normal height, with thick black hair. That is, when it wasn’t dyed. With his carefully sculpted facial hair, the tattoos that ran down each of his arms, and his rarely forgotten leopard-print cowboy hat and sunglasses, Zach had been labeled the “rebel”. He seemed determined to live up to this roll.
Kristen eyed him questionably, hoping that he had some idea as to where they were. Zach shrugged, he was as clueless as she was. All of the sudden, one of the beams above them started groaning, as if the weight was too much for it. The sole window in the room burst open, flames shooting out. Zach grabbed Kristen and dove beneath the table.
“I dunno what the hell’s happening, but Sean’s gonna kill me if he finds out that I let something happen to his girl.” he said as they made their way towards the door.
“Oh thanks, it’s nice to know that you care.” Kristen muttered, coughing as smoke filled the room. As they arrived at the door, Zach grabbed the handle and gave it a yank. It didn’t budge.
“Fuck!” he swore.
“That can’t be good.” Kristen added, as Zach began to kick the door.
He whirled angrily, “You’re not helping you know!”
Kristen slided up next to him, “Excuse me.” He stepped aside, motioning for her to continue. She slipped up to the door, calmly turned to handle the opposite way Zach had been so determined to make it go. It moved easily and the door opened without so much as a creak. With that, she walked outside, turning only to motion Zach to follow her.
“Show-off,” he mumbled as they walked out into the cool night.
“What was that? I couldn’t quite hear you.” Kristen said triumphantly in a sing-song voice.
“Thank you, Mrs. Ford.” he grumbled.
She smiled, “Anything for you, Zachy Wacky.”
“Just shut up, okay? Just shut up.”