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He was usually a good judge of character, which made me feel even more guilty for what I had said to the woman.
Huffing, more out of frustration and confusion, still unsure of why I cared so much, I turned and started to walk by myself, before either of them noticed my leering.
I walked the familiar mountainside, hastily finding the place where Carrie was attacked. Taking a walk around the perimeter, I tried to piece together everything I had missed the night before. I wanted to make sure that I didn’t miss anything again and if there was something that I thought I might need, I wanted to know what it was.
On the ground, I found shattered pieces of glass and a needle. I figured that the asshole had used this against Carrie and the idea made my blood boil.
Stomping through the woods, now seething I walked beyond the small clearing, in the direction that the man had taken off in.
Along the way, I noticed signs of where the guide had run.
Not too far away, I found another clearing. In it, I found the remnants of a fire and two tents that looked to have been left behind.
I thought it was strange that one of the tents looked like it had gotten into a fight with something and inside, I found clothing and other belongings that looked to belong to a woman.
As soon as I opened the bag, a strangely familiar scent hit me. I scoffed at it and closed the bag.
Slinging it over my shoulder, I searched the abandoned campsite for anything else that might be of use to me.
In the other tent, which still looked to be intact, but equally abandoned, I found another bag. It wasn’t a hiking pack. It looked more like a medical bag that one might carry in a hiking pack.
The rest of the pack was gone, so I cautiously, approached the bag. Picking it up, I heard glass clanking against something that I couldn’t quite pick out. I narrowed my eyes as I tried to decide whether I really wanted to know what was in the bag.
By now, I had pieced together who had abandoned the camp, so the chance that I was going to find something in the bag was going to make me angry was high.
However, I knew I was curious and that I probably wouldn’t stop thinking about it until I figured out what was inside.
So, I unzipped the bag and peered inside. Immediately, my eyes searched for the glass and found a medical bottle, with over three quarters of Diazepam. Apparently, this was the tranquilizer he used.
I ground my teeth, but continued my search, trying to think about this far more objectively than I how I was feeling.
The next thing I pulled out was the reason the bottle made the clanging sound; an unsheathed chef’s knife was also positioned carefully in the bag.
There was also a spool of rope, duct tape and a garbage bag.
The horrifying implications of what the guide planned to do with this bag were almost too hard to readily comprehend.
I drew in a deep breath, replaced the contents in the bag and left it where it was.
I sure as hell didn’t want to be caught with this murderous bag of shit.
When I walked out of the tent, I pressed forward, away from the cabin.
I made it about a hundred yards away from the tents when I realized that I was tracking the man. Without even being fully aware of my rash decision, I had continued following the man’s trail, seriously contemplating ending the bastard for good.
However, when I became conscious of what I was doing, I stopped myself, since I didn’t want to complicate anything.
After all, Carrie was safe, so there was no need to find the man. I huffed with rage, glowering into the woods, looking for some sign of the man, to give me a reason to hunt him down.
Although, I was sure he was already gone.
I hoped, for my sanity and for the guy’s lifespan that I never saw him o
r had a reason to find him again. For now, I was far more concerned with ensuring Carrie wasn’t alone for too long, especially after everything I had found. With or without Jake, I didn’t completely trust that danger wouldn’t find them both if I was out for too long.
Why is that? I thought, slightly distracted by the idea. I had no real reason for feeling such intense emotion when it came to Carrie.
Sure, I didn’t want her to get killed by the psycho guide, but the feelings I had acquired, in such a short span of time were far deeper than simply the preservation of human life.
