You don't know Matt. Or his brothers. You grew up in Maine, afterall.

Once you turned sixteen, you had assumed your mom had gotten tired of you. That would be a valid reason for sending you to this shit-place of a camp, right?

"Somewhere in Canada.." she had told you as you sat down at the kitchen table. Obviously you had ignored her threats of sending you to that camp. You were a good kid. That's why.

You've been at the camp for a couple of weeks now. It wasn't so bad, your best friend had gotten sent with you. You had started to make a few friends as well. Although, you couldn't quite put your finger on Matt and his brother Chris. Nick, you got along just fine.

That was, until you and Matt had gotten paired together for some activity the camp counselors had set up. So, obviously, they made you and Matt go to the storage shed together to get a few supplies. It was freezing. The middle of October in some forest out in Canada. Of course it was going to be freezing.

You open the door to the shed after some struggle due to the ice, and to your horror, you saw one of your newer friends dead on the floor. Your eyes widen as you glanced back at Matt. He was pratically frozen in fear. Or just cold, you couldn't tell.

"Holy shit..." He mumbled out quietly.