Forgive me if the chapter is short or not too cool, but yesterday my boyfriend came home crying, saying his father died on Friday night [while I was partying with my friends...] and my mind's somewhere else right now... I hope you like it anyway.

Enjoy and review.

"Hey, are you alright?" Tom asked one of the girls, the one we knew was called Vicky. She was sitting in the floor with a red backpack next to her, staring into nothingness, lost in thoughts, her eyes sad. She looked up at him surprised, as if he'd woken her up.

"Leave her alone" her friend said, appearing out of the blue with a backpack too. She had a fierce look in her eyes, she must be very protective of her friend. She was pretty, though smaller than Vicky. Her cheeks were red because of the cold but her skin still looked amazing, her dark brown hair fell over her shoulders perfectly, she was gorgeous... Though a bit unfriendly apparently.

"It's alright" Vicky told her, obviously disapproving the tone of her voice. She stood up and put the backpack over her shoulder.

"I can take that if you want" Tom offered gently.

"No, it's fine, you've got yours..." she said. She smiled once, then looked away.

"Aren't you going to offer to take mine?" her friend told me, catching me off guard.

"Err... Do you want me to carry yours?" I said, a bit confused.

"No, it's fine, you should have asked me"

"I just did"

"Just cause I told you" she turned away rolling her eyes. I stood there completely confused and heard Tom giggled next to me. This girl had serious problems.

Christopher walked toward us, he wasn't wearing the pilot's suit anymore, just relugar clothes, though suitable for this kind of weather.

"I'd like to ask you your names, please" he said "Just to be polite"

"Well, I'm Dougie... Poynter" I said.

"I'm Thomas Fletcher, but it's just Tom really..."

"I'm Vicky Davies" the blond one said.

"Alexandra Wilson" the fierce one said "Alex, is you prefer..."

"I'm Frederick" the last guy said. We waited for just a brief moment but he didn't tell us his surname. He was a big guy with rather darker skin and deep brown eyes. He looked bored.

"Ok, then let's go, follow me" Christopher said "We're going to climb down the mountain

Vicky and Alex followed Christopher closely, Alex seemed to be shadowing every moment Vicky did, as if she was ready to catch Vicky if she stumbled or something. It was weird. Tom and I were a few feet behind the girls and Frederick walked behind us in silence, like a ghost.

I glanced back at Danny and Harry for the last time. I felt weird, anxious. I didn't dare thinking about the possibility of being too late.

"He's going to be fine" Tom said, though it really didn't sound like he completely believed that, but rather like he was trying to convince himself. That just alarmed me a bit more, but I didn't say a thing "We're going to get help and that's it. Besides, people should already be looking for us"

"That's right" Christopher said "I mean, I couldn't get to communicate with anyone at the plane, all the systems are dead, but when they see we never got to the airport, they're going to come and look for us"

"Then why don't we stay with the others?" Alex said. She was obviously only coming because of Vicky, but she seemed uncomfortable with all those big clothes, the trees, the dirt and the snow...

"Well... They may take a bit to realize where we are and that we are lost. It's routine to wait for about 48 hours untill you call a plane missing. Some people may not have 48 hours..."

I tried to deny the fact that he may be talking about my friend.

"48 hours?" Alex repeated "Why would they wait that long? How long do you think we're going to have to walk?"

"I don't know... It may take a while"

"A while..." she repeated with sarcasm. God, she's going to blow my mind with all that whining and complaining about everything. Ok, yeah, the situation was crap, but let's bare with it!

"Don't ever get split" Vicky said.

"Why not?" I asked.

"Cause animals will see us as an easier prey if we're alone. The bigger the group is, the better" she explain naturally while I felt suddenly sick.

"Prey? Us?" I said.

"Of course... We must taste lovely" she laughed. Where was the fun in that? "Anyway, I'm serious. Wolves won't probably hesitate if they catch one of us alone... And it's the same with bears"

"Bears?" I was not going to hide my fear.

"How do you know so much?" Tom asked her.

"I lived in Canada for 6 years, very near the woods and the mountains, so they taught me a lot about surviving in the woods, just in case I got lost or something like that..."

"And why did you come here?"

"That's none of your business" Alex said, giving him a hard look.

"Alex..." Vicky gave her a disapproving look again, but not angry "Remember we talked about controlling your temper? It's fine, really, I don't mind people asking..."

Tom and I looked at each other. I would have laughed at the situation, but I didn't want Alex to give me a killing look too and I was sure she would.

"This is going to be a long walk..." Tom whispered.