Chapter 292: Ghosts of the Past
A few times while Irene rested, she pulled the front door open to ensure she wouldn’t get trapped during the snowstorm.
Unfortunately, in her exhaustion, she slept for several hours, and when she was ready to face the following day, it felt nearly impossible for her to break up the snow that had settled and eventually frozen overnight.
While she had noticed upon first arrival that there was another door behind Sammy’s pen, from the outside, she knew that it would be even more impossible to get out of than the front door.
"We aren’t trapped in here," she assuredly told the horse as she passed by his pen.
His tail swished in response. He seemed pleased to be indoors and in the warmth, so it didn’t matter to him whether or not they left anytime soon, because he was enjoying himself and the old hay that was there. Even though it was dry, he was still eating it every so often.
On one of the walls, there was a massive axe likely for cutting down large trees along the foothills to bring back to the township. Since there wasn’t much vegetation in the area, she imagined they would have to bring the wood a decent distance to build such a large community.
"Sorry for taking your things," she uttered to the person who owned the house long before she was ever there.
Irene had to stack boxes to even reach the axe, but when she had it, she brought it to the front door. Since it wasn’t an issue of pushing the snow away, but pulling the door from it, she wedged the sharp edge of the old, rusty axe into the bottom seam of the door. She tried to push it upwards in hopes that it would break up some of the ice.
While there was a bit of creaking when she pulled on the door, it was to no avail.