Prologue

This prologue is simply a brief retelling of the events of Cabin Fever that are relevant to the actual fanfic. This is here for the benefit of people who aren’t familiar with Cabin Fever as it is not a well known movie. If you have seen Cabin Fever, you should be able to jump right in to Chapter 1, as this prologue won’t tell you anything you don’t already know.

DISCLAIMER: I do not own any of the movies in the Cabin Fever franchise, nor any of the characters in it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.


These were dark days. And they had fallen so suddenly upon lives so young; young adults who had yet face the world beyond college.

This was meant to be a fun break from the drudgery of study and exams; a nice private getaway to a cozy little cabin in the middle of the woods. How had it gone so terribly wrong?

Marcy reclined on a double bed, staring ruefully out the window, too broken to even cry. She was an exceptionally attractive girl; tall, slender and busty, with long dark brown hair and a beautiful face that had an exotic European quality to it.

In a dark, run-down old toolshed close by, Karen, Marcy’s ever-bubbly best friend from college, lay dying. She was covered from head to toe in bleeding wounds that had appeared quickly upon her body. 16 hours ago, she had been fine! But now, she couldn’t walk or even stay awake.

While the rest of the group had all taken precautions once they realized Karen was so seriously ill, it seemed likely that it would only be a matter of time before they all began to show similar symptoms.

As if the disease wasn’t bad enough on its own, there was also a large aggressive dog roaming somewhere around in the surrounding woods that seemed intent on attacking anyone it came upon.

Gazing at nothing in particular, Marcy sighed as the last words her now-ex boyfriend Jeff had yelled at her echoed bitterly in her mind.

“You can stay here and fucking rot! But not me! No fucking way, not me!” he’d told her, before running off into the woods alone.

He was a handsome guy, in the same way that a brand new display car in the dealership is handsome. His exterior was nice and shiny because the world had always treated him rather delicately, but it had no character; no masculine grit. Marcy now realized all too clearly that it was an affliction that ran more than just skin-deep.

Jeff had been a complete pussy since the moment Karen’s first sore appeared. He made a point of keeping his distance from all his friends, even Marcy, just in case one of them had also been infected.