I packed for survival. Overpacked the more accurate description. Two duffels, one solely full of granola bars, a medical kit, water bottles, towels, and half a dozen flashlights. I even stuffed a book of matches in the pocket. Because John said we were staying in a cabin and I was from New York City.
There are no f*****g cabins in the city. And there were maybe two in Springfield. Both of which I adamantly avoided.
"It's not camping." John reiterated, grunting as he lifted my bag into his trunk. We were off to New Hampshire. Where wolves roamed and trees outnumbered the people. Or so I assumed. The Falcons were on the team bus and after more than a little complaining on my part, John invited me to ride in his truck. He never took the bus. Not since school, he'd explained.
"I would've pa
