This chapter is a bit shorter! Sorry!

Chapter Seven: Trapped

Sam stood up, rubbing her head. Looking around, she was shocked. Matt was passed out in a pile of papers and broken glass that were scattered everywhere. Immediately she realized where she was, the cable car station in Blackwood. "What the hell?" She ran over to where Matt was and started trying to wake him up. "Matt, get up."

Matt opened his eyes, blinking away sleep. "Wh- what?" His eyes were bleary with sleep and confusion. It only took him a few moments for him to look around and realize where he was. "What the hell?"

Sam shook her head. "I don't know either, Matt." She looked around, taking a deep breath, looking around at the mountain. "I never wanted to see another pine tree again." She looked down the path from her viewpoint at the top of the station. For some reason, she was not surprised to see that it was blocked off. She was at least glad to see it was day time. The only other time she was this happy to see daylight was when she and the others had been rescued, taken up in the helicopter. She didn't care that they all thought they were crazy. Daylight meant safety. Night was death. Seeing the path was blocked off, she quickly thought things through in her head. The lodge was burned down, so there would be no use going there. The sheds would probably provide some safety, but there was nothing that could keep a wendigo out. She had heard about the Sanatorium from Mike. The flamethrower guy had lived there safely for years. That could be potentially safe, but the captured wendigos also lived there. "Come on, think, Sam, there has to be a way out." She never wanted to step foot in the mines again. She didn't think she could take it.

"Where are the others?" Matt's sudden question suddenly interrupted her thoughts. Where were the others? Why were they here? Sam's mind was racing with questions. Were the others even here, and if they were, why were they back? If they weren't, then why were Sam and Matt the only ones on the mountain?

"I- I don't know." Was it worth going out to search for them? Would they even be safe a second time? Sam tapped her foot. Could she outrun the wendigos? For now, their safety was priority. They could find out what happened later. "We need to go somewhere safe."

Matt rolled his eyes, not necessarily towards Sam, but more towards the situation, making a tsking sound. "Yeah. I mean, where would we go, though?"

Sam thought about the layout. She had been the mountain several times. Her and Hannah would go exploring the mountain, knowing the woods nearly as well as their own houses. It was a fun past time. Would this information keep them safe, though? She didn't think a wendigo would have trouble navigating through trees. She had never planned on going back to Blackwood. She didn't ever think of an escape plan from wendigos on the mountain. If she did, she would just run to the street and get away. She felt trapped, like a mouse in a maze, like a bird in a cage. She sighed in frustration. Where could they go? Is it possible a part of the lodge could have survived? She remembered going into the tunnels, trying to find Mike with Ashley, Chris and Emily. Were they still there? Could those tunnels be safe? It was better than being out in the open. "We'll go back to the lodge and into the tunnels. We can hide there. I don't think a gas explosion would have destroyed those. They're underground."

Matt hadn't ever been in the tunnels, but he knew they connected to the mines, where the wendigos roamed free. Still, it was better than being in the open. "Alright. Let's go."

They walked down the path, both hyper vigilant, ready to fight, flee, or freeze at a moment's notice. There was nothing they could use to burn the wendigos, but Matt picked up a rather large tree branch. If nothing else, he could throw it at a wendigo. That could slow it down potentially. Sam looked around carefully, making as few movements as possible with each step. She had to keep reminding herself that wendigos could not see movement. No movement. No movement. She was appreciative that Matt had the branch. It would do no good against the creature, but it was a good security blanket. They had to get to safety first, then they could devise a plan to get out of here. Surviving until dawn the first time seemed to be a miracle in itself. Surviving twice would be nearly impossible, if there was a wendigo loose on the mountain. "Sam, can I ask you something?"

The sudden interruption was welcome to Sam. Walking in silence, avoiding talking about where they were was driving Sam insane. "Sure. What's up?"

"I know this probably isn't the time, but, has Emily said anything about me? You're her roommate, so I guess if anyone has heard anything it's you." She sighed. She pitied poor Matt. Emily had said some things when she thought Sam was asleep. She said them on the phone, to people who Sam didn't know. She would say how bothersome and dramatic he was being. She knew Matt wasn't. In fact, he was almost the opposite.

Sam could either tell Matt what Emily had been saying, or avoid the subject. Had Matt been stronger, she would have told him. Instead, she lied. "Not really. She's mostly been doing homework and focusing on her classes."

Matt looked relieved at this. "Really?"

Sam could tell him the truth. Should she? She sighed. She couldn't. Matt needed happiness, whatever little Emily could provide for him. "Nope. Nothing. She hasn't told me anything. I'd talk to her if I were you. If you two are having issues-"

Matt cut her off. "No, it's fine. Thanks Sam." He gave her a genuine smile. "That's good to know."

She felt terrible. "You're welcome."

They had barely gotten any further when they heard sounds. They both stopped in their tracks. "Don't move," Sam said. At the same time, the sound stopped. Both Sam and Matt took the most shallow breaths of their life. A rock came flying through the air towards them. Reflexively, Sam flinched. She immediately regretted it, hoping a fatal mistake had not been made. Her prayers were answered.

She heard a voice. "It looks like it's safe, Ash. We need to keep moving." Ash? She recognized the voiced. It wasn't Chris. Still, she couldn't be certain. Wendigos could mimic human voices. A wendigo could be pretending.

Matt didn't know this, though. She nearly yelled when Matt went running. "Ashley? Mike? Is that you?" Matt disappeared just through the trees where the sound was coming from.

"Matt?" Sam sighed when she heard Ashley's voice. There was no screaming. Matt seemed to be alive.

Sam ran over to join them, relieved she would get to live another day. Relieved to see familiar faces in the mountain. That joy was short lived when she realized what this meant, though. They were all in the mountain. Chris, Emily and Jessica were still missing. They could be dead.

Go vote on my poll. I recently did a play through with my friend where we planned on killing Jess, Em and Matt (even though we both like Matt) but we ended up killing Mike and Sam (and Wolfie) on accident as well. Who did you all kill off, accident or on purpose?

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