Before we begin, there are choices in this story made. I don't make them myselves; I bring up a short excerpt from the story with the big choice, and post it in a group chat with my friends. They read through it, and the most popular choice is written into here.

Emily was heading back to Blackwood Mountain with Matt. Matt was driving, not focusing on what was ahead of him. It was obvious, however, that the road wasn't the only thing on Matt's mind right now. Emily looked at him, thinking the same thoughts as him.

You see, last year and the year before that, there were two horrible incidents that happened on Blackwood Mountain. In 2013, the Washington sisters, Hannah and Beth, fell off of a cliff edge while trying to escape a Wendigo. Beth died from the fall, but Hannah survived, and turned to cannibalism for survival, eventually eating her sister. However, that cannibalism, in turn, turned her into a Wendigo. The year after that, Josh Washington, and Hannah and Beth's seven other friends returned to Blackwood Mountain on the anniversary of their deaths. That year they learned about the Wendigo, and each and every one of them almost died themselves.

Josh Washington wasn't so lucky. While Mike tried to bring him back to the lodge, he was attacked by a Wendigo in the water. It turned out that Wendigo was Hannah, his sister, and they recognized each other. Hannah then spared Josh's life, but dragged him deeper in the mines. Mike had to keep moving to the lodge to save his own life, but Josh did not follow. He himself turned to cannibalism, and became a Wendigo

The dawn of the next day, all the remaining Wendigos were burned to death, including Hannah. No one thought of returning to the lodge until this year, when Sam brought the idea up. She suggested that they could go to her own parents' lodge on another part of the mountain, seeing as they couldn't return to the Washingtons' lodge after it was burned down. Everyone was pretty skeptical and weary of Sam's proposal, but they really had no reason to reject it, seeing as they couldn't think of any other supernatural being there that could harm them.

The remaining drive to Sam's lodge wasn't much longer, and it wasn't very loud either. Matt and Emily barely had any small talk, but as Matt turned off the car, some conversation was initiated.

"Here we are again. Back at Blackwood Mountain," Matt started, grabbing his keys from the ignition to open the back of the car. Emily got out of the car as well, walking to the back with Matt. She looked around, examining the woods.

"I've actually never been here in the summer before," she said. It was true-both of the other times they were here on this mountain was in the winter. Matt unlocked the back and grabbed his and Emily's suitcase, setting it on the ground. Emily grabbed the handle of her suitcase, giving Matt a quick hug before she did so.

"Me neither. Hopefully there won't be any more creepy beasts this year, I've had enough of that bullshit after Hannah, Beth, and..." Matt responded. He couldn't bring himself to mention Josh. Emily frowned and started walking to the gate.

"I understand what you're saying Matt, but I did not come here with you to read Sad Times Monthly. We're here to create some good memories," Emily told Matt sternly. Matt walked to her, opening the gate. Emily walked past it and up the path, with Matt in tow.

"I know, I know. It's just not something you can forget easily, y'know?" Matt said.

"Matt, I understand," Emily told him, "and trust me, I miss them too, but I'm not going to let them get in the way of me enjoying myself this weekend." Matt smirked.

"Who knows, maybe we could plan to have some fun ourselves..." he flirted. Emily laughed.

"Do you plan to back that up?" she asked.

"You bet I will," he responded. Emily stopped, dropped her suitcase, and turned to Matt.

"How about it then?"

Matt smiled and walked closer to Emily, going for a kiss.

"Hey, porn stars!" a voice yelled from behind.

"Holy-" Matt stuttered, scared out of his mood and turning to the voice.

"What the fuck!?" Emily exclaimed.

Behind them was Michael Monroe, former class president, and world-class life-saver along with Sam. Mike's relationships with his friends changed dramatically over the course of the night they lost Josh. For example, he chased after Jessica quickly enough when she was attacked by a Wendigo, and he almost shot Emily over a harmless bite from a Wendigo.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I just wanted to say hello before it got too steamy here," Mike started. Emily groaned.

"Mike, you're a douchebag! You did the same thing last year, and you almost shot and killed me over a harmless bite! Do you know how stupid that is!?" Emily yelled. Mike raised his hands.

"Hey, no need to get angry; the night's only just started," he told her. Matt tightened his cheeks for a second. He could either side with Mike or Emily here.

"Mike, I have to admit it, but it was a really dick move in the basement after you opened the door for Em. I wasn't there myself, I know, but still. Just... step off, ok?" Matt asserted. Mike looked at Matt and lowered his hands.
"Alright, fine. Just chill out, ok?" he said, "I'll just keep walking then." Matt and Emily said nothing as he kept moving up the path. As he exited their field of vision, Emily picked up her suitcase and groaned.

"God, I can't stand him sometimes. Of all the exes I have, he really takes the cake," Emily said to Matt. Matt grabbed his suitcase.

"I don't blame you. You'd think he'd be smarter after what happened last year," Matt replied.

"Yeah!" Emily said. She started walking up the path with Matt following, "Oh, and Matt? Thanks for being there for me." And with that, she gave Matt a quick kiss. Matt smiled, kissing her back.

"No prob, Bob," he told her, smiling. Emily blew air out of her nose and kept moving.

"You know, Matt, sometimes you're a really hot alpha and then you go ahead and say things like that, and I just can't take you seriously after that." Emily scratched her head. "But I do think it's kind of cute."

"I'm just glad you've gotten over my jacket," said Matt.