You shiver weakly, your breath fogging in front of you as the sun sets.

It was autumn. You'd been here, in the middle of nowhere, lost in a forest hundreds of miles away from civilization, alone, for nearly a year.

You felt like you were losing your mind. You'd learned more than you ever had about survival, though. At least there was that.

Your footsteps crunch on the leaves as you hold tightly onto your hatchet; the only thing you could salvage from the wreck of the small plane you and that pilot had been on, and probably the main reason you were even still alive, currently walking back to your shelter by the same tiny lake the plane landed in when the pilot had a heart attack.

The crash had been on November 20th, just a week before you and your fiancé, Austin, were supposed to get married.