You had gotten completely lost while hiking, not only where you being an idiot and holding your map upside down, but you had dropped your compass like a clutz and broke it. So you had no clue where you were, and no clue where your friends where, the ones who had convinced you to go hiking with them.

You regret not just staying at the vacation house. Why did you have to let your friends convince you to go hiking? They knew you where terrible with directions and the wilderness! If you wanted to get lost in the woods, you coulda done that at home in the states, you didn't need to travel all the way to Canada to do it.

As you complained to yourself in your head, wandering aimlessly hoping to find a landmark besides trees, trees, and more trees- you found a dirt path. It was small, not too big, but big enough for a single car.

Immediately you followed it, going up the trail. If it didn't lead to civilization, you'd go back the other way.

But the time you reacted the end of the trail, you where hungry with no food left, no trace of your friends, and your feet hurt like hell. And instead of civilization, you found a mailbox.

It was rusty, a bit old, and covered in dust and dirt. There was no name, but the trail did go farther, past wooden fences surrounding (what is assumed to be) a property. Which hopefully meant people.

In the promise of seeing a person, you rushed down the path and followed it until you saw a cabin. You didn't even hesitate before knocking on the wood.

"You seem a bit lost, eh?" A deep grumbly voice from behind you startled the shit out of you, making you jump back, your back hitting the door and making a loud sound. You turn around, only to see a typical lumberjack looking guy with a red shiny axe in his hand.