A/N: Hey all! It's my first Until Dawn fic! I'm not sure how long it's going to be, and to be honest I'm not even sure what's going to happen - I just had to get it out of my system - so if you have any suggestions, or whatever you want to see happen in the story, be sure to let me know. I am a full time college student and work two jobs so I update when I can. Thanks for reading; if you like what you see, leave a review!

"I have confirmation on two survivors… Let's pick 'em up."

The night was unbearably cold as the two climbed into the awaiting helicopter; the very thing that was their savior from this literal hell on earth. Chris held Ashley in his arms as she shivered violently, weeping, and clinging to him for dear life. Both were shaken up, both were terrified, and both did not know the words to describe the events that had happened that night. Chris tried to focus on the moment they were in now; he tried to focus on Ashley, he tried to focus on that they were getting away. But that still didn't help the lingering thoughts in the back of his mind about his friends. They were all gone now, and hell, Mike and Sam had risked their lives to save he and Ashley.

From the mess, Chris and Ashley were the sole survivors. Everyone else they presumed dead, or captured by the wendigo. It wasn't a pleasant thought to have; so as they sat in the loud helicopter, they merely stayed quiet, not knowing what to say. Were there such words for a moment like this? Probably not. But they were all each other had left, so Chris knew that he had to be strong for Ashley, even if he wasn't very strong for himself. He knew he could let his frustrations out later; the girl in his arms was his focus now. He held onto her tightly, her beaten and battered body, and just thanked every god in the universe that they were still alive, even if it was in this certain predicament.

The chopper ride lasted a whole of about twenty minutes, until they were landing at the police station and being ripped from each others arms. It was such a blur, Chris wasn't even sure he could remember everything that had happened. Ashley hadn't stopped crying and he had to do his best to assure her that they would see one another again. It was police protocol for them to be questioned alone, and they had to be questioned because all their friends were gone. Chris was taken into room three, and despite Ashley's protests, she was taken into room one.

"So was there anyone else on the mountain with you?" A female voice had asked Chris. He assumed she was an investigator from the types of questions that she had been asking him. And hell, he was tired, he was weak, and they were giving him the third degree. Ashley lingered in the back of his mind, and he wondered how she was doing. He could have guessed easily though that she wasn't doing well.

Chris cleared his throat before he answered, "The old man… I, uh, I don't know how to describe him. I mean-"

"You said you thought he was stalking you at first? Did anyone else in your group think that?" The female voice continued to question. Her lilt driving Chris crazy. He wanted out of this tiny room; he just wanted to go home with Ashley.

"Well yeah," He answered simply.

"Is it possible that they could have killed him?"

"What?" He inquired, angrily and taken aback. "No, of course not. Look, you don't understand." But of course the police wouldn't believe them, nobody would believe them. Hell, Chris couldn't even believe it himself. It was something out of a movie, or book of some sort; nothing like this could have ever happened in real life, ut it did. Nevertheless, despite everything, it happened. The wendigos were real and there wasn't a goddamn thing anyone would do about it. This was a lost cause.

"If he attacked you-"

"He saved my life." Chris deadpanned, which was the absolute truth. "And I watched him die."

"So you weren't alone on the mountain?" The woman confirmed.

"No." Chris said weakly, and she continued with her questioning. He couldn't take this anymore, it was driving him crazy. He couldn't stop thinking about his friends, he couldn't stop thinking about Ashley. She was the only thing he had left, and he just wanted to be with her right then and now. He couldn't wait to get out of this damned interrogation room.

Meanwhile, in room one, Ashley was still in the long process of answering her investigator's questions and telling her side of the story. It was no doubt that they would be here for a few hours. However, she was tired of getting the third degree and then not have anyone believe her answers. Everyone probably thought she was long gone and crazy by now. "I heard Jessica." She explained. "I don't know how or why she was down there, but I know it was her." She had managed to dry up her tears momentarily, but absolutely no part of her wanted to talk about this, especially when they all thought it was a joke.

"And what about Josh?" The female voice asked.

Ashley shook her head, "The wendigo… It has to be."

"What?"

Ashley sighed angrily, "The monster! It took him down into the mines where it lives… And Sam and Mike they went to go find him and we were going to meet back at the lodge but-" She was talking very quickly now, and struggling to keep it together. "Can I go home now?" She inquired through teary eyes. "I just… I need to get out of here. Where's Chris?" She cried, burying her face in her cold and bloodied hands.

"I'm going to need you to calm down please." The woman replied.

"Calm down!?" Ashley nearly yelled. "All my friends are dead and you want me to be calm!?" She screamed incredulously before erupting into new sobs.

Chris had managed to hear her from the other room and began to panic. "Can I be with her please?" He begged, before bolting out of the room and going to Ashley. "Shh… Ash, it's me… It's okay." He wrapped the fragile body in his big arms and comforted her. This was going to be harder than he thought, because his own eyes were welling with tears.

"I just want to go home Chris." She hiccuped. "Take me home, please."

"Okay." He whispered with a nod. "Okay."

A/N: To be continued...?