A/N: Okay this is my first Until Dawn fanfic and there is a doubt for this to be published.
Anyways this is from a post I saw on tumbler about Josh being the sole survivor and no one believing him on the part of the Wendigos, all they see is a mentally damaged teen surrounded by bodies of his friends (he's not found like that tho)
Here we go go and I guess there is blood and swearing and stuff so yeah
5 Hours until dawn
The storm was a thick backdrop of pale fury beyond the window of the Park Ranger Service Station. It reflected ranger Wesson's mood. The day had been long as hell and everyone wanted to go home to their families and cats. Most had already left in their preferred methods of transportation to stroke Mittens and pat little Jimmy's head. Several rangers, the ones who drew the short straws and lost rock-paper-scissors, stayed the last few hours until dawn, when their block ended. Everyone was bored out of their minds, nothing had occurred during the three hours of night shift. The rangers were attempting to alleviate the boredom with useless deeds until those three dreaded hours were up. Luca Wesson fiddling with their pens, Monique Kendelson listening to music you could hear from the other side of the room, Loa Upritchard had went to the bathroom ten minutes ago, Dannis Fisbach paced the room and counted the steps it took for her to circumnavigate the area for the seventh time (getting an average of 70), John Russell sat by his computer, drawing on Ms Paint and Saraj Amrike chewed through three packs of mint gum. Wesson returned their pens and pencils to one of three metal containers by their computer. Sighing heavily and waking the device from its sleep didn't relieve any feeling of oppressing boredom. Wesson opened the documents folder by the top left of the monitor screen. Numerous files replaced the background; all assembled chronologically from 2003. The latest was from 2014, sub-titled 'Washington'. They never did find the twin teenagers. It left a bitter aftertaste when Wesson came across the most things reminiscent of Hannah or Beth.
Kendelson had finished her air guitar solo to some rock band when the radio crackled to life in the form of panic and heavy breathing.
"...ello? Is an...e the...? Hel...say something if you're out ... we need help! ...ver..!" It was a girl, she wasn't speaking directly to the radio and parts of the sentence came out as static. Wesson looked to Fisbach's scrunched up face, she shrugged. Wesson pressed the red button, speaking into the receiver.
"Hello?"
"O.. god! Tha...od! W...n...ed help, ...ease!" The gibberish was crowded with static interference. Kendelson removed her headphones and looked at the radio curiously. Amrike was beside Wesson in a few steps, trying to understand the garbled fear. Wesson's brow furrowed, they activated the radio again.
"Hello is someone trying to contact us? This is the park ranger service for Blackwood County. I'm not getting your signal very well. Please speak slowly and clearly, over."
"Please! Plea...ease help! Oh ... god we're stuck up on Blackwood Mou... maniac-" Russell whispered in Kendelson's ear, Kendelson nodded,
"Yeah it probably is, with the weather and all, kids get bored and this happens." Amrike shook his head, frowning.
"I know the frequency, it's from the Washington estate on Blackwood Mountain, only for emergencies. Even if they are teenagers I don't think they'd go out in the middle of a snow storm to the top of a rickety radio tower and pull pranks like this, at least give them the benefit of the doubt." Kendelson shrugged. Wesson sighed and spoke to the microphone.
"If you can hear this, please repeat your message as I am unable to understand what you are saying, over."
"We nee... ase!" Fisbach huffed.
"Hello?" Wesson tried again. Amrike nudged them to the side and spoke to the receiver.
"Can you please identify yourself? Over."
"Oh... d, okay, this is... My ...me is ...mily. Hello?" Amrike frowned and spoke again.
"You're not coming through clearly, please repeat, over." The girl was losing nerve, thankfully she stood still enough for her sentences to be heard.
"Oh God please! Oh my God, we're gonna die up here if you don't come get us there's a maniac don't you understand?" Finally, legible words unclouded by static, even if they were a stream of hysterical and sudden sounds. Upritchard entered during this point wearing a surprised expression. There was a long pause. Amrike exhaled, looking outside. He turned to the radio.
"I read you ma'am. Do not leave your position. We will send helicopters out to you as soon as the storm has subsided, over."
"What? When? How long?" Wesson took the radio back.
"Dawn, at the earliest. Not until dawn, over." The group heard muffled muttering and sounds of panicked breaths. Noises of a door being broken and screams came next.
"No! No! He's coming for me! Help! Help! Please!" The girl was cut off by a sound of collapse and screaming from another person. Upritchard gasped, Amrike took the radio,
"Ma'am? Ma'am are you there?" The reply was dead static. Kendelson cursed under her breath and strode to pick up a phone.
"I'll contact the sheriff and the rest of the squad." She stated, phone at her ear. "I have a feeling those people were victims of Victor Milgram." The arsonist from the mountain. The missing arsonist from the mountain.
When time finally crawled to dawn Kendolson and Wesson were with the sheriff in HELICOPTER 1. The pilot spoke up.
*We have visual. The main structure is completely destroyed, over.* Wesson looked out to see the burning remains of the Washington family cabin.
*Hold on... I'm seeing something...* The pause grew longer, Kendelson bit her nails.
*There is still no sign of any survivors.* Sheriff Jacobs' lips pressed together. She grabbed the walkie-talkie attached to her lapel.
"Send search parties up, we will find survivors."
Wesson truly hoped there were.
whey here's the first chapter bye