Life went on like that. He watched me, brought me food—live, fresh food—and I hunted. No one else came but him and food and me. We were alone at the cabin.
He watched me sleep, stalked my dreams, and had food for me in the morning, however, he never stayed. I was alone all day—everyday. Me, food, my axe and the small stream where I drank were the only signs of life in the dense forrest around the...
