"Don't move. Don't move a fucking muscle."

Mike's desperate whispering sent chills down Sam's spine. She knew Mike, she knew how brave he was. Hearing him sound so terrified wasn't something she was used to.

She never wanted to see him like this again.

Sam knew from the small whimpers coming from behind her that Ashley was close to bolting.

Oh, fuck. Please, Ash. Stay where you are.

She wanted so badly to turn to her ginger friend and envelope her in a hug. That would guarantee both their deaths though, so Sam fought to stay as tense as possible.

As wendigo Hannah fought the other, smaller wendigo, Sam noticed Mike's intense stare on her. Slowly she followed his eyesight as he looked towards the fireplace.

The wendigo had knocked the gas pipe loose.

She looked back to Mike, who was looking at her and waiting. Again, slowly he moved his eyesight to the light bulb on the wall.

Suddenly she understood what Mike was trying to tell her. She looked back to him and nodded.

They were going to blow the lodge up.

Slowly Mike inched towards the bulb. He quickly shattered it with his hand, flinching as he did. Hannah noticed.

Sam knew that she had to do something, anything. Hannah would tear Mike to pieces if she didn't.

"HEY!"

Immediately Hannah turned and shrieked. Sam sucked in a breath and tensed. Somewhere behind her, she heard the door to the lodge creaking open.

Sam hoped that Emily had the sense to not sprint for the door.

She cursed inwardly as she heard the soft creaks of the wood floor as her friends slowly made their way out of the lodge, out to safety.

Luckily for her friends Hannah was a little distracted right now.

Sam knew the plan. Mike would get the light bulb, and she would distract the monsters until everyone made it outside. Mike had done his part, now she was to do hers. But now that death was breathing down her neck, she wasn't feeling so brave.

Hannah stalked in circles around the table, around her. Eventually her former friend decided the other wendigo were at fault, and went back to clawing at them.

She caught Mike's eye right before he made his way out of the lodge. The corners of his mouth twitched up into a small smile and he gave a single nod.

She took it as, "Thanks for saving my ass." You're welcome, Mike.

She watched him run out of the lodge.

With a few quick glances she was able to see no one was left inside, besides her. Sam had never been one to panic in scary situations before, but now she was fighting to stay calm.

She was alone.

Sam slowly made her way towards the door, ducking behind pillars and leaning snug against the walls every chance she got. She didn't think she had ever been so horrified.

One wrong move would mean her death. Quite possibly her friend's deaths too, as there would be no one able to hit the light switch in time. The wendigo would tear into them all and stain the snow red.

This was definitely not what she had expected to go through on her trip to the lodge.

Sam looked desperately for another hiding spot closer to the door, and realized there was none left. It was now or never.

She leaned back against the wall and watched the monsters fight. Noticing they seemed to be fairly engrossed with each other, Sam braced herself.

The wendigo immediately began racing after her the second she turned away from the wall. Panting wildly as she ran, she could only hope she was running fast enough to keep out of their claws.

Fumbling wildly for the light switch as she ran by, she was grateful when she felt the small cool plastic between her fingers. Flicking it upwards, she found herself screaming out.

All the fear, all the frustration, all the horror of the night was beginning to take its toll on her. As the pipe burst behind her, she was thrown forward from the force and shot forward with no sense of control.

For a moment, everything felt calm. Sam could almost pretend that tonight was just a dream, and that Ashley's sobbing wasn't real. And then it hit her.

Well, technically, she hit it. The ground.

She hit the ground much harder than she had anticipated. Chris and Mike rushed forward to help her, but it didn't matter. As the black creeped in from the corners of her eyes, she could only think of one person.

Josh.