A/N: Been a while since I've updated this one, but I promise not to slack off anymore if I get a good amount of reviews. Anyways, I own no one, VKM does unfortunately.
The next morning came all too quickly for the superstars that were trapped in the wooden cabin in the middle of nowhere. Shawn was the first one up, and was already downstairs digging around for some breakfast when the others joined him slowly, each of them not really that eager to do anything.
"Good morning, I made breakfast!" said Shawn, pointing at the table. The others looked over at the table, expecting to see something horrible but instead found some bowls of cereal and glasses of water. They sat down silently, eating in peace before Shawn spoke up again. "So now that our photo shoot is off, what are supposed to do?" he questioned the others.
At first, no one really knew what to say. They were trapped in a cabin in the middle of nowhere without a car and it was too cold outside to go walking around for help. They glanced at each other silently as if hoping someone would speak up but no one really knew what to say until Mark finally spoke up.
"We should see how high the snow is outside. If it's not too bad, we can try to walk off for a few feet to see if we can find any other cabins. If not, we'll just have to wait it out," commented Mark slowly, voicing what the others were thinking.
After breakfast, the group had gathered once more in the living room bundled up for the walk outside. Mark, having made himself the leader without decision, looked around the room. They couldn't go out in one big group, they would never get enough ground covered and it was certainly not safe enough to go out alone.
"Alright here's the plan. Randy and John you head off towards the way we came. Chris and Shawn, you head further up north. Glenn and I will head off towards the west. We'll meet back here in an hour, everyone understand?" asked Mark, looking around at the group. They nodded silently before walking to the door and out into the freezing cold temperature. They broke off into pairs and went off in their assigned directions, each of them hoping to find some kind of help.
"I don't see anything at all," commented Chris as he stood on top of a large boulder, looking out towards the trees in the distance. When he didn't get a response from Shawn, he turned, looking all around for the older man. "Oh great, Mark's going to kill me!" said Chris, looking frantically around for the older man.
"Shawn!" he called out, jumping down off the rock. He looked all around but he couldn't find the older man. He was about ready to call out for him again, when he heard his name being called from behind him.
"Chris help!" shouted Shawn's voice. Chris spun around in a circle and ran off in the direction of Shawn's voice, his breathing heavy. The shouts continued as Chris frantically searched for Shawn before finding him at the edge of a frozen river. Chris hurried over to him, and pulled the older man out of the water.
"What were you doing?" panted Chris, looking over at the frozen river where part of it had been broken from Shawn's weight.
"I-I was trying to signal a plane I saw-w but they didn't see-e-e me," he said, his voice shaking as he shivered in the cold air. Chris turned back to him and pulled Shawn to his feet, leading the older man off through the trees, and back to the cabin.
Meanwhile, Randy and John were walking through the snow silently, neither of them seeing anything in the distance.
"I can't even figure out what's the road anymore," said John, kicking lightly at the snow. The snow flittered down from his kick before settling with the rest of it. Randy nodded in agreement, yawning tiredly.
"Come on, let's just head back. We can't find the road so we have no idea how we're going to find anyone driving!" said Randy, turning around. John nodded and followed after him, both men eager to get back to the warmth of the cabin.
Back at the cabin, Chris was adding more wood to the fire when Randy and John walked in, shivering heavily as they shut the door. Chris glanced over at them before turning back to the fireplace.
"What happened to you?" asked John, noticing the wrapped up form of Shawn on the couch. Shawn groaned faintly in response, his eyes shut tightly as his body shook from the cold.
"He fell into a small portion of the river when he was trying to signal a plane," responded Chris, rolling his eyes at Shawn before standing up straight. He looked around the cabin before looking back at John and Randy.
"Where are Mark and Glenn?" asked Chris, staring at the two younger men. John and Randy looked at each other before looking back at Chris.
"We didn't see them, they must still be out there," answered Randy, turning towards the window. As he did, the window began to creak as the wind slowly began to pick up, and the snow began to fall from the sky again. Shawn opened his eyes at the noise and looked over at the window, whimpering softly. Chris heard the noise of the older man, and walked over to Shawn, sitting next to him and hugging him slightly.
"Don't worry, I'm sure Mark and Glenn are fine," said Chris softly, trying to persuade both himself and Shawn as they stared at the frozen window as the wind and snow blasted against it.
As the night wore on though, the others were beginning to wonder if Mark and Glenn were really fine. It was hard for them to sit around in the warmth of the cabin while two of their friends were out lost in the snow. After the others had gone to bed, Shawn quietly walked out of his own room and went down to the living room, a blanket wrapped tightly around his body. He sat himself down in front of the window and stared out at the dark wilderness, silently saying a prayer for the two older men before falling asleep in the chair.