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Chapter 8“There,” Neil said. With Tyler sitting beside him on the sofa in his small apartment, Neil had opened his laptop, started it up, and then gone online. He input wendigo into a search engine, and then hit up each site until he finally found the one he was looking for. He scrolled down the page and highlighted one sentence. The bite of a wendigo can result in a mutation that will transform the victim into a cannibalistic creature like itself. “Bite, Neil,” Tyler said after reading it. “But what if there’s something on their claws which can do the same thing? Or maybe its saliva gets on them or under them somewhere along the line before it attacked.” “Like licking its fingers because they were bloody?” Tyler chuckled. “Maybe. Why not?” “No reason, I suppose. Of course this whole