Chapter 1: Prologue
He awoke to black. Nothing but black, which after a few days of this he should be used to it. But for some reason every time he always wondered if he was dead. Every morning was the same just black as he wondered if this was what death was, because he would not be surprised if he did die in his sleep. So he was sort of expecting it to happen someday, whether by wolf, or freezing to death, another survivor killing him in his sleep and taking his possessions. With what do world was death would not surprise him. He snapped out of his thoughts when the wind howled outside and creak of the cabin office let him know he was still alive. He looked at his watch squinting to see the dying light of his digital watch. 3:00 am, he sighed and tried to get back to sleep. He knew it wouldn't come but it was worth a shot. Sleep never came easily but now it was a rare occurrence, because it's pretty hard to sleep in an apocalypse of sorts. While he was sure this was a large disaster apocalypse's usually don't end, and he was hoping and praying to a god he barely believed in everyday for it to go back to the way it was not even two weeks ago. Some part of him knew that would never happen but he tried to bury that. As he lay there he thought it was stunning how much life could change in such a short time span. Everything was so different, His lifestyle, the world, and so much else. After about thirty or so minuets he slowly drifted back to sleep knowing it was not much better there than it was here.
His dreams were similar to how they always were, before the collapse, the collapse happening, death, wolves, all things he commonly dreamed about recently. But this one was one of the bad ones, involving his brother. They were driving down the road going to a lake side cabin they usually took with a good friend of theirs but he couldn't come this year because of work and things of that sort. So it was just them, driving down the road, listening to the good ol' stuff. Whether it be rock, jazz, or a talk show, it was good so they listened. Plus there wasn't any other station up in the mountains so they were stuck with whatever was on. About a mile away from the cabin he was about to ask his brother something when everything went white with light and they were rammed in the side by on a truck coming down the intersection. Everything jerked sideways with such force he thought he broke a rib. Everything was turning with such a force he his entire body was in pain as they did their final flip, everything went slow he saw the truck flipping down the hill towards them, and as he turned to look at his brother everything went black.
He awoke with a jump almost falling off his bed. He disliked all his dreams of late but that one took spot number one. It wasn't pitch black as it usually was. Faded sunlight streamed through the window as it was covered in a thin layer of snow. He looked around always in paranoia of the shadows the room still had. He quickly turned his storm lantern on, which was rather dim, and hooked it on the hook in the ceiling. He made a mental note to look for kerosene on his next trip scavenging for what little this area held. He tried to get the fire going, which failed after the first few attempts, cursing the fire under his breath, and quickly taking it back when the flames ignited and warmth filled the room. He bathed in the warmth letting the heat warm his skin and listening to the now all too familiar crackle and pop of the fire. He looked at his watch once more able to clearly see the time in the light. 7:30 am, 6 hours of sleep, not that bad which is kind of a sad thing to say He thought to himself not that anyone was here to hear him if he said it aloud. Wondering why he pulled himself out of bed every day, he reached in his bag pulling out a can of peaches and his can opener. Twisting it and hearing the noise it made being oddly loud felt so weird, so different. It was hard to get use to the silence the world held, after always hearing so much ambient noise the silence was almost deafening at first but as with most things you just get used to it after some time. He obviously had not gotten used to quite yet, but he was sure it wouldn't be long before he was used to the silence. So as he ate he hummed an old song he used to love but it just made it worse, so he just ate in silence. Complete Silence.
A/N on the off chance someone is reading a fan fiction based on an indie game, Hello! This is my first fanfiction after a failed diablo fan fiction a few years ago that I lost interest in after a chapter. So two years later here I am trying another fan fiction based on a recently released indie game called The Long Dark. It's a really fantastic survival game that I really love so far and I had an idea to make a story out of it, as I thought the very vague story and interesting world would be great for a novel of sorts and since I have no prior skills in writing and no possible way of making a novel I'm posting it here on , where you can find anything. So if you are reading and you liked it or not tell me why in the reviews so I can learn and hopefully be better at writing. Thanks a bunch.