The weather was terrible with snow and wind blowing in every direction. All around the trees were little mounds of snow. Even though it was dark the snow still seemed white and it would almost be worth it if it wasn't so cold. "Argh! It's frickin' tits cold. No sane person would ever go hunting in this weather. Right? RIGHT!?" Sarah thought to herself as she moved slowly into the trees looking for any sign of movement.
As she moved through the trees the forest was dead quiet save for the howling wind. After a minute of walking and not seeing anything, Sarah relaxed a little and quickened her pace towards the orange glow. As she got closer she could see a cylindrical metal object with two small doors on the front, sticking out of the snow. The orange glow was coming from several trees that had been set ablaze when the object crashed. She didn't see anyone but it was better to be safe than sorry. Sarah hid behind a tree, her shotgun ready.
"Hello?" Sarah yelled towards the object.
"Hello? Is anyone hurt?"
There was no response.
Slowly, gingerly, Sarah walked towards the object, her gun still pointed ahead.
As she got closer to the object she could see the object was not very big. It looked like it could only fit one person inside at a time. Slinging the shotgun on her back she reached for the door and pulled it open.
Immediately a man with dark shaggy hair wearing blue mechanics overalls, fell out of the metal cylinder face first into the snow. His overalls were dirty and Sarah could see they were covered with blood and dirt. As the strange man hit the snow he grunted. Sarah quickly bent down to turn him over.
"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING ON MY LAND!?" Sarah screamed at him.
"Where am I?" The man asked calmly. His face scratched and covered with blood.
"You're in Alaska, Kenai to be exact." Sarah responded having calmed down some.
Despite his wounds, the man started laughing. "Alaska! What luck! Let me guess, it's summer right now?"
Sarah just stared at him with a confused and disgruntled look on her face.
"Nevermind. I'm sorry." He responded.
"What are you doing here?" Sarah asked again.
"Escaping."
"Escaping? From where? Prison?"
"From a terrible time."
Before Sarah could speak the man started up.
"Listen. I am hurt pretty bad and I feel I won't make it to anywhere with help, so I just need you to promise me one thing."
"What is it? If it has anything to do with sex, I will kill you myself." Sarah stated.
"Destroy this machine. It's nothing but trouble." The man said slowly.
"But. Why? What is this thing?" Sarah tried to ask.
But the man just shook his head, then died.