Natalia
Alden and I walk back to the cabin without uttering a word to each other. He seems just as frustrated as I am with the dead end.
Immediately I enter the confines of the cabin, I collapse on the couch and put my head between my hands. I feel so drained, I’m certain that I’ll fall asleep immediately my head touches my pillow.
Alden walks in after me, and comes to sit down besides me.
“Does that happen to you often?” He asks, glancing at me.
“How often does what happen?” I quip, lifting my head.
“The panic attack, it seemed pretty serious too.” He says.
“Oh, it’s never happened before,” I start, “But being there, with the stench of death so overwhelming, it suddenly felt more than I could handle, it was like my lungs suddenly closed up."
I’m twisting my hands in my laps as I
