I arrived at the woods where James and Eugene were camping at and saw a store nearby that had a poster on the window that says "we sell flare guns!" It was now night and the store was lit up by its light and the open neon sign was on and I parked in the parking lot of the store to get snacks and drinks. After parking my car I take the keys out of the ignition and get out of my car I then close the car door and walk inside of the convince store. The store bell rings as I open the door. The place looked like it hadn't been cleaned in a week at least and the floor was made of white tiles and had a few black marks of spilled drinks that weren't mopped up. I saw the cashier he looked up from his phone and said "hello welcome to the Camper's Last Stop." He sounded bored out of his mind. He sat down on a stool behind the counter. He had long wavy hair and smelled of marijuana and cigarettes. All I could think is "what a low life." I rolled my eyes and went down the isle with coolers and took some Monster Energy Drinks. I grabbed some Slim Jims and some peanut butter M&Ms, and a bag of Reese's pieces. I then grabbed a backpack on the next isle. I went to the front and asked the smelly cashier where the flare guns are. He speaks up saying "we keep the behind the counter." I said in response "I'll take one flare gun and 10 signal cartridges to go with and some flare sticks." He rung up all of my items and said "that will be seventy-five dollars and sixty-two cents" I say "well damn, them flare guns are expensive!" He then says "I need some ID before letting you leave with the flare gun." I take out my wallet and show him my ID and he takes it from my hand and looks at it then looks at me. He then says "your twenty-five?! I hope you know what you're doing out here. You hunting alone?" I respond with "Yea came for something big." He looks me in the eyes and says your going after that thing aren't you? Lemme guess the last two guys who went camping were your friends or something and you are after the the thing that took that one friend of yours? I'll tell you this that one friend of yours is lucky to be alive and without a single scratch on him. Word gets around out here. Don't go hunting this thing because you will become the hunted not the hunter." I look at him with a straight face. "My friend has a chance at still being alive so im going to get him whether he's dead or not. At least with a body his family can rest knowing he's not in pain." The man simply said "its your funeral." He then looks at me and sighs "I can't stop you but I hope for your sake you make it out alive and your friend isn't alive because if he is he will always remember the beast that took him." I look at him once again please just ring up my stuff so I can go." He then silently rings up my stuff and hands me my ID back "cash or credit?" I then tell him "debit" I then pull out my debit card and swipe and grab my receipt and items and go to the car and shut my door and pack my snacks and stuff into the back pack and drive out to the woods edge and head out grabbing my gear and cooler. I leave my clothes in the trunk. I head to the opening trail and keep walking soon enough I get to the campsite and their tent was torn to shreds and I see Eugene's cell phone on the ground and I pick it up. it's screen is busted up and shattered beyond repair. "Damn it!" I throw it in anger that if I would've just said that I didn't feel comfortable with them leaving maybe they would've stayed home. I see a bag that wasn't touched by the wendigo. I walk to it it was a bag with a tent in it. So I take out the parts and begin building it. Once it was built I write Anasazi symbols around the campsite to keep the wendigo out.