In the middle of fucking nowhere, you finally found a place to be at for awhile, until they would allegedly be rescued after their plane had crashed alongside several other misfortunes were bestowed on them. It felt funny, it's been days and there seems to be no sign of help coming at all.

And you're starting to wonder if you would even be found..

Your head rested in between your hands, crouched over by the patio of the abandoned cabin that gave you terrible vibes just from looking at it. God, you just missed your bed already — not this waste of a cabin that's all old and dusty and so fucking creepy.

You hear a creak from the floorboards behind you, causing your head to snap up and look towards the incoming presence — and your eyes met the gaze of the deep, dark eyes that belonged to Lottie Matthews. Her brows were scrunched by the slightest, and you could tell that she wanted to talk to you.

"Just noticed that you're all alone out here.." She shifts by her feet, looking oddly timid for someone who's as tall as the guys in their grade. "Are you uh, okay?"