Chapter Three
I reached the hidden structure at the edge of the mountain that was the only place I could ever remember calling home. The log cabin blended into the scenery so that, in the unlikely event of a passerby, it would look like it was a part of the landscape, just as I had designed.
If someone came upon this island by chance, they would look at the dense forest and marshy land and likely think twice about venturing inland. If they did manage to brave the elements, they would have to look real hard to see my home. But like I said, it was highly unlikely that anyone would even get this far inland if they stumbled across the island.
“You built that?”
I turned to look over my shoulder at Tres. He had the dead opossum slung over his shoulder along with his designer satchel that he’
