My eyes twitched open slowly, revealing the expanse of the cabin. I looked straight up at the roof, my mind slowly orienting itself to my surroundings. I sat up on the bed, using the pillow as a backrest. Jason was pacing around the cabin, his hands on his head, muttering to himself. Hutch leaned against the wall, arms crossed, watching everything with a stern expression. Where's Wade? Oh, right. I glanced to my right and saw Wade sitting with an ice pack on his leg and a sort of handmade cast with wood. Relief washed over me seeing him being taken care of. Quickly, they all realized I had woken up. Jason rushed over, "Oh my God, you okay, man?" He went in for a hug, but I pushed him off, anger flaring up inside me. I roared like Bigfoot, "You ran immediately, with no regard for us at all!" Jason's face showed unease, guilt written all over his features. He subconsciously accepted the blame but tried to defend himself. "Nah, man. It was smart. You would've done the same." I tightened my fist in rage, glaring at him. "This bastard..."

Hutch cut in, "Jason actually stopped your fall earlier and took you inside." They were his arms? I thought to myself, trying to piece together the events. Jason explained, "When we heard that thing roar, Hutch and Wade thought that meant you died. Except me, and I watched the door despite Hutch's pleas to barricade it and lock it." He really did? That just doesn't make sense. I asked, "If you were so selfless, why not help Wade? You left an injured person, no matter what." Jason shed a tear, his voice trembling as he spoke, "Don't worry, dude. Wade's already been yelling at me for that." Hutch pushed off the wall, his face shadowed with concern, "Listen, guys, we can argue about who's at fault another time. The most important thing is that we're losing light and there's a Bigfoot hunting us." I berated Hutch, my frustration boiling over, "Oh, so you believe me now? I told you I saw that thing." Hutch cut me off, his tone sharp and defensive, "Yeah, we all should've believed you... NOT! Who expects us to believe in that thing? But we've all seen it now, so we should grab the multi-tool for protection and head to the truck. We need to leave."

Jason disagreed, shaking his head vehemently, "Hell no! We could make hundreds of millions of dollars just from getting one good recording of that bastard. We have three more cameras and some trail cameras that were in this cabin. They're high-tech as well, able to connect to my laptop's surveillance live." He held up the trail cameras to show them to us, his eyes gleaming with greed. I insulted him, my voice dripping with frustration, "Jason, you absolute retard, are you trying to get us all killed?!" Jason pointed at me, his expression fierce, "Shut the hell up, Jordan. We just need one good recording, then we leave!" Wade, tending to his ankle with a grimace, chimed in, "My ankle still hurts. It might become usable in a day. That Bigfoot didn't seem smart enough to hit it perfectly. I think it's just a fracture." Hutch countered, his voice steady and resolute, "How about I just carry you for that mere three hundred meters?" Wade, his face pale with fear, stated, "Nah, man. That thing stalked us perfectly from our cabin to that resting spot. The moment we leave the vicinity, we die."

Hutch sighed "Alright. It's common for people like Jason, internet celebrities with no real experience but with tons of greed, to endanger everybody for money." With a decisive motion, Hutch punched through the emergency glass that held an axe behind it, the sound of shattering glass echoing through the cabin. He took the axe and split a wooden board that was camouflaged by the other wood, revealing a hidden cubby. The contents made some clanging noises as he took them out, the metallic sound rising us into focus.

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"This is a shotgun." Hutch handled the gun with ease, showing his experience yet again. He kept the barrel pointed at the ground and racked the slide. He looked inside, inspecting the chamber, and said, "Yeah, bullets are still in there. I think I have four shots." Jason jumped in uncontrollable excitement, "If you have that, why not just kill it?! If we actually get the body..." Hutch yelled, his patience snapping, "There's a limit to how much you can test me, Jason!" He paused, pointing the shotgun's barrel straight at Jason's head. Wade yelled, "Hey!" Jason raised his hands in surrender, his face paling. Hutch explained, his voice hot and uncontrolled, "How about we just kill you here now?! All you've done is doubt Aaron's words, leave us behind, and now you want us to hunt this eight-foot-tall superhuman creature?!" Jason yelped. Hutch lowered the gun, his anger subsiding slightly. "Your one saving grace is catching Aaron and believing in his life. You did better than me in that regard." Jason dropped to his knees, his breath coming in shaky gasps, thankful that he wasn't just shot. Hutch, his tone now commanding, instructed, "C'mon, Jason. Let's set up the cameras." Jason, still trembling, nodded and began to gather the cameras, his earlier excitement replaced with weakness.

Jason and Hutch took the cameras and set them up outside, hoping to cover the area around the cabin in a full three hundred and sixty-degree radius with no blind spots. Wade handed me his laptop, explaining, "I usually use this to check over footage. Connect the cameras to it, then use the tinyCam app. You can view up to like sixty-four cameras. A bit overkill for our five." I took the USB and inserted it into the laptop, connecting every camera that was set up. Wade and I looked over each camera's feed, scanning the surroundings intently. We spotted nothing. They were safe for now. Bigfoot wasn't here. I asked Wade, my voice tinged with doubt, "You really believe this is the best option?" Wade lamented, a hint of resignation in his tone, "No, but we just have to put up with it." We don't, though, I felt the devastating weight of our precarious situation. Jason and Hutch finished setting up the cameras, ensuring there were no blind spots. This time, I double-checked and confirmed the coverage was complete. Hutch then took a few chairs and barricaded the doors. With the wooden board now free, Jason boarded up the window that was right above Wade, hammering it in securely. I watched as he worked, feeling a small sense of relief. I think he's safe now. Wade and I monitored the camera feeds continuously.

A few hours passed, and we all waited in tense silence, the air thick with anticipation for when they would come. The only sounds were our shallow breaths and the occasional creak of the cabin settling. The darkness outside seemed to press in on us, making the glow of the laptop screen our only solace.

Suddenly, a loud crash shattered the silence as a rock flew towards one of the cameras, smashing it to pieces. I could hear the parts clattering to the ground, the sound loud and damaging to our ears. I yelled, "It's here!" Frantically, I scanned the feeds from the other cameras. On the one positioned on the opposite side, I saw another Bigfoot. It was partially hidden behind some bushes. This Bigfoot had blue glowing eyes that pierced through the darkness, and its irises were slit like those of a goat. It was a whole head taller than the other one, its massive frame looming menacingly on the screen. My heart sank. I said, "There's... another Bigfoot. It's on the opposite side of the camera that was just destroyed."

Jason shook his head, sweat running down his face and eyes wide, refusing to acknowledge the reality, "No way, man! It's just one!" Hutch facepalmed, his expression filled with regret and fear, "We should've left... I—We just made the biggest mistake of our lives."