Piotross

The injured man seeing the truck get closer and closer gripped his revolver with both of his hands and pointed it at the oncoming car. His hands were trembling as he slowly pulled the hammer and wrapped his index finger around the trigger. - Who's standing in front of the cabin? - Amy said loudly. - Seems like he's holding something.- Erik had squinted his eyes before replying. - Christine get your rifle ready.. just in case. - Christine nodded, pulled out the rifle and inspected it. - Will do.- The man took a long breathe in and out, trying to calm himself. He slowly pointed the barrel of his weapon at the oncoming truck, his whole body shaking, weakened by the illness. He ploddingly pulled the trigger. BANG! The bullet left the revolver and went through the windshield, grazing Amy's shoulder in the process. Erik swerved to the left, almost hitting a nearby tree. - GET DOWN EVERYONE! - He yelled as unbuckled his seatbelt and opened the car's door. Christine followed and soon they were standing outside. Christine pointed the rifle at the man, just as Erik pulled out his revolver. - DROP IT! - Erik yelled, seeing as the man had trouble with pulling the hammer again. - DON'T MAKE ME SHOOT!- - Erik, he doesn't seem like a looter, or someone dangerous. - Christine said out loud. - Look at the state he is in! - - HE ALMOST KILLED AMY! - He replied. He kept the man between his sights. If the man raised his gun, he would fire immediately. He wouldn't take any chances. The man with the revolver, seeing that the group didn't look like looters slowly lowered his weapon and dropped it into the snow. Then, he put his hands up. - Christine, cover me. - He ordered, as he started moving towards the man. He was going to knock him out and decide his fate later, however suddenly he heard Amy voice. - He is not a threat! - She stepped out of the car alongside with Emma and Mocha. She had a bandage wrapped around her wound. - The man we rescued earlier told me that he's friendly. Lower your guns. Slowly. - She said in an assertive tone. Christine lowered her weapon with relief, whereas Erik started to back away, albeit he did that hesitantly. The injured man slowly bent down and reached for the revolver. - Amy? - The injured man tried raising his voice. - Is that really you? - - Frank? - Amy recognized her boyfriend's colleague. She further made sure it was him, after seeing the Mocha's tail wag and a couple of joyful barks. She couldn't help but smile, even though that man almost took her life a few minutes ago. She was hopeful about the idea that Frank would give her more information about her boyfriend.

The doctor sat down by a desk, pencil in hand, he was writing on a piece of paper, carelessly torn out from his personal journal. To do list: - REPORT THE RIOT TO THE CLOSEST POLICE DEP. - help the patient, will need anticoagulant + antibiotics, look for a sterile environment in case of amputation - find Marcus, - find food - get more firewood - seen a rabbit grove close to the main road, investigate, set traps Alexander let out a sigh, as he hid the card into his jacket's pocket. He felt paranoid, the thought about inmates running around the place made him petrified. Who wouldn't be? Then, he pulled out a note he made before and placed it on the bedside table. Just general information about "do's and dont's". After that, he got dressed, made sure that his flare gun is loaded and pushed the door open. - Let's look for some rabbits shall we?. - He said to himself, as he turned to the side, looking for a rabbit snare. - Aha! Found one. - He smiled, the little win cheering him up. Finally, he headed towards the road.

The injured man looked around the cabin just right after the doctor left. It wasn't very big, it only had one floor. He glanced up to notice three, giant logs supporting the roof. He could see a gun rack mounted near the door, a few kitchen cabinets in the corner, bookshelf with a few books laying around, a wardrobe and an animal trophy hanged over the door frame. A bedside table stood just beside the bed. He slightly turned towards the table and reached out for a can of beans and a can opener. He took the can opener with the can in his hands, so he could open it. - Shit. - He mumbled, as a half-opened can slipped out of his hand, fell down from his bed and spilled onto the floor. The man proceeded to lay back on his bed. He remembered that the doctor left him a revolver. That man was an angel in his current situation. He finally picked up the gun and examined it. It was cleaned before, loaded with 5 bullets. He put it back onto the bedside table. Then he proceeded to look at a fire dancing in the furnace. He assumed that the fire could last for 8 hours more. He let out a sigh. - I wonder how long it will take the doctor to make it back here. - He started talking to himself. - At least i'm feeling better. I'll try figuring out what did happen on that particular night. - He finished hims monologue and went to sleep. He didn't rest well, the fever and pain got back at him. He was rolling around in bed, groaning in pain. The man woke up. The sky was dancing, the fire was everywhere. His vision was blurry the pain was immobilizing. He managed to see the pilot's arm, sticking out of the cockpit. He tried standing up, however he could slightly see a white bone sticking out of his left leg. He was bleeding. As he acknowledged that, he slightly raised his head and supported himself on a metal fragment. Howls woken him up from his half-sleeping state. The sky was dancing. A silent whines could be heard. The injured man saw wolves dragging the bodies, or half-dead survivors out of the helicopter's wreck. They feasted on them. He wished to do something, however he couldn't do so because of his injured leg and agonizing pain in the chest. Despite this, he picked up a metal fragment laying next to him and threw it at the wolf closest to him. The wolf got hit with a rock to a leg. It turned around and stared at the injured man. Its eyes alongside wit fur were glowing. It growled, baring its fangs. The wolf and the man were locking eyes, looking at the other with hatred and fury. The wolf took the initiative and lunged forward, dashing towards the man. He picked up a short, sharp rod and held it tightly in front of him. He could feel the adrenaline rush, it was making him determined and ready. The wolf was sprinting towards the man, barking, growling, alerting different wolves. The man braced for the charge, sweat was dripping down his face. His hand had a hard grip around the rod. BANG! - A gunshot was heard, followed by another one and another one. In addition a flare lit up the sky. Wolves were running away, whimpering. The one charging at the man dropped dead, blood dripping down its mouth. The injured man was approached by another man - the doctor. The doctor examined the man's condition, stabilized his leg and chest. He poured a bottle of antiseptic onto the leg's wound and wrapped a bandage around it, making a compress dressing. The doctor found a long branch with its scales still intact. He hauled it over to the wreckage and slipped two parts of a broken rotor blade under it. This way he created a sled. Right after he did so, the doctor had gently covered the man with a thermal blanket and placed him onto the branch. Finally he wrapped his hand around the branch's end and started dragging it forward. The man woke up. The doctor already had arrived in the cabin and was currently taking care of the helicopter's crash victim. - You've finally woken up. - Alex said with a grin on his face as he placed antibiotics and painkillers on the bedside table. - If you take them you'll feel better so... - He stopped in his tracks, the smile gone. Alex walked up to the man and examined his leg. - This is bad. - The doctor seemed panicked. - That antiseptic wasn't good enough. - What is it? - The man asked. - Well.. - Alex started his speech as he walked towards his backpack for his surgeon gloves. - Your wound got infected. Its gangrene, at least first stages. The skin is slightly swollen and i'm afraid it'll start changing colors soon. Only viable option now is either to remove the dead tissue, or we'll have to amputate. But we can't do both unless we'll find a sanitary place to do so. For now we'll have to rely on antibiotics and painkillers. - The doctor stopped talking as he got busy with examining the patient's leg. The injured man didn't hear what doctor was saying. The fever made him sleep once again.

Meanwhile in a cabin seemingly in the middle of nowhere two men were having a conversation. - Who are you? - One of them mumbled quietly, as he laid in bed. - You are finally awake? Good. How are you feeling? - A man wearing a long, doctor's coat asked. - I don't feel my leg, my chest hurts every - the man gasped for air - ..time I speak. - Shit - the doctor cursed silently - It'll get worse from this point on. You've broken your ribs and I don't have any painkillers left. There are no rose hips around too. I'll have to look for them. - How did I break them? - The man replied. - You've been in a helicopter's crash. I guess you had hurt your head too if you don't remember that well, however I wouldn't worry, as your memories should getting more clear soon. For now just rest. Try avoiding movement as much as possible - While he was saying that, he took some bottles of water and a few cans of food and placed them on the bedside table. - Here are some supplies. If I don't get back in a few days, follow the markings I'll leave for you. Make sure to erase them afterwards. We don't want anyone following us. - Why would someone follow us? - The man had a puzzled expression on his face. - Do you know Blackrock prison? There has been a riot there, a lot of inmates broke out. I barely made it out of there alive. I worked as an infirmary doctor there. Blackrock kept the worst men that ever lived in Canada. The worst part is that there were a few inmate transports coming to the prison and we lost contact with all of them. Bad things can happen with these people around. - The doctor stopped. He looked for something around his belt, pulled it out and gave it to the injured man. - That's why you'll keep this while I'm gone. It's loaded with 5 bullets, I couldn't get more. Use it wisely. - Thank you, you've done so much for me. - The man replied. - That's my job after all. Stay safe. - The doctor said, as he grabbed his heavy leather jacket, a small backpack and a flare gun. He had glanced at the man before he pushed the door open and headed outside. The weather was calm, just your regular, warm, snowy, sunny day. The doctor looked around the beautiful forest he was in. - Alright Alexander. Go north, get to the town, find medicine, get back. Also don't get eaten. - He silently reminded himself of his plan. - Let's go. He started going east, with an intention to make it to the main road. He knew that he was going to be visible, but it was the quickest way to the town. As he was walking the memories flooded his brain. The screams in the prison, the gunshots. He was taken aback to the last talk with his best friend, which he worked with at the prison. - ALEX! - A policeman wearing a heavy riot suit barged into the infirmary unit. - THEY ARE KILLING CIVILIANS, YOU GOTTA GET OUT OF HERE! - I'm done packing let's get out of here! - Alexander took his small backpack and a large coat, before heading towards the door. His friend stopped him. - Here, take this. - He handed Alexander a revolver. - You'll need it. - Thanks Marcus. Make sure you get back to your Julia, do you still have the picture? - Alexander replied. Marcus showed him a picture of a young girl. Alexander nodded and shook hands with his friends. The gunshots and screams were still heard. A loud banging was heard in the room. Marcus backed away and blocked the door. - Alex, get the hell out of here! Alexander couldn't remember well what had happened that night. The wolves were different, he was being chased. The aurora, the locks to the prison cells had to fail, there was no power. The doctor could've kept thinking about his for a while, however he finally stumbled across the main road. He saw a sign pointing towards the direction of the town. Before he had headed that way, he made sure that he had a shell loaded in his flare gun. He took out a can of spray paint and marked a nearby tree with a large, orange arrow pointing left. At last, he started following the main road, in hopes of making it into town quickly.

"Climber's Journal" Sept 5th Arrived at the base of Timberwolf Mountain. Looks like there are some nice cracks, just like Clive said. Going to set up a top rope and do some bouldering until the others show up. Hopefully soon. Sept 6th Wondering if my friends got lost as they still haven't arrived. Woke up in the night to a deafening noise, and fire on the mountain. Went to check it out but the weather got nasty and I couldn't find my way. Sept 7th Clear day. I went out again. Found some metal cargo crates. They look like they might have come from a plane. There's still smoke coming from the summit. I'm heading out to see if I can make it to the peak and learn more about what's going on. Clive looked at the piece of paper he was holding in his hand. - So you went up John, huh? Should've arrived here earlier, why didn't he get some help?! - Clive mumbled to himself. He was nervous, he didn't want to grieve after two of his best friends. Thomas's loss hit Clive really hard. - I'd better start making my way up. I won't let him go. Clive started making his way up. The path wasn't going to be easy. He already felt the slope getting more harder to conquer with each step. He knew it was going to only get worse. - How could I lose Thomas? The wolf- I- I was too slow? It was too quick!? Why did he attack us?! - Feeling guilty wouldn't leave Clive's conscience so easily. - It was too quick?! Why? Why did I hesitate? - His mind reminded him of that moment once again. Just like it did before. Way too many times before. Sept 8th I had to spend a night in a cave. Just after i left the hut, the weather got worse. A blizzard came. I thought it was over for me. I really don't know how did i find this cave with barely enough firewood to last me trough the night. Thank God! Tomorrow, i'm heading further. Clive slipped the piece of paper into his backpack. Maybe there was some hope left? Maybe John would survive? These and many different thoughts were swarming Clive's mind. It was a way to redeem himself, to get rid of the heavy feeling of wrongdoing? Sept 9th I made it trough a first rope! Just a few more left! However, just after i finished the climb I saw a bear. A bear during the winter! What was he doing outside of his cave? Was he woken up by the crash? So many questions, so little answers. What is happening to the world? Anyway, I will spend the night in a safe cave. I hope that Clive and Thomas will make their way here soon. I will leave this note for them. If you are reading this, I wish you luck! - John, you stupid, lucky bastard! You should've gone back! - Clive screamed at the top of his lungs. The feeling of delinquency was back. Why didn't he shoot at the wolf, while it tackled poor Thomas to the ground? - What did happen here! It's John's bedroll! Shit, shit, SHIT! - Clive felt his heart beating harder, blood flowing faster through his veins. - I gotta get there! NOW! Sep- 8th-- 10th Why--- wolf.------ Screams, summit. Help People summit. Clive held the lifeless bod of his friend in his arms. He was crying silently. - Why did you have to leave me..? You and Thomas? Why did we go here in the first place? It's all my fault! - Clive kept mumbling to himself as he held the last journal entry made by his friend. It was soaked in blood, badly written. He had a hard time reading writings of his friend. However this time he knew what he had to do. He had to help these people in the crashed plane. Clive climbed onto the summit. He didn't imagine doing it solo. He thought his friends will be here with him. He saw the tail section of the plane. A man was sitting there, desperately trying to warm himself up. He couldn't move his fingers, legs. His clothes froze to his skin. Clive slowly made his way towards him. - Hey you! - He screamed - Talk to me! - No response. Clive tried screaming again and again with no success. He started sprinting towards the man. He was this happy to see an another survivor! Unfortunately, a tree which was hit by a plane did not fall down yet. Just as Clive was running under it, a large branch hit his head. He fell down, his motionless body started slipping towards the mountain's edge. Clive woke up a few hours later. The man which he yelled at seemed to try to make his way towards him but the hunger, dehydration and cold finally beat him. It took Clive a while to notice that his head was bleeding. His entire body was numb. When he weakly raised his hand, he could see that he lost one of his gloves. His left hand's skin was black. He laid his head back onto the snow. Clive felt like he was sitting by a big campfire, slowly warming up. He gazed up into the sky. It was so pretty. After a while he saw silhouettes of two men carrying climbing gear approach him. - C'mon Clive, we have different mountains to conquer. - One of them man spoke in Thomas's voice. - I don't blame you for what had happened earlier. Get up an come with us! - - Just give me a second.. I have to rest. - Clive replied as he dosed off far away, in to the land where he and his best buddies hiked the mountains together once again. The end.

A lack of bedroll. I forgot my bedroll while going on an adventure, blizzard struck, my character was tired, slept in a car. Froze to death. Started a new game 😄

The night had fallen. Beautiful lights were dancing across the starry sky. A human silhouette was making its way across the snowy hills. "I forgot how nice winter nights could be here - A man let out a silent sigh - it's been days since i was stuck in that cabin, as I forgot how lovely Great Bear could be. Anyway, I should be getting close to the town by..." A sudden roar snapped him out of his melancholy mood. The beast was gigantic, covered in blood. The bear's fur seemed to glow. The bear had looked at the tiny human with pure hatred, right before charging at him. The man's hands were shaking, however the adrenaline shot made him aim his rifle and fire perfectly. The bullet hit the animal's chest. The bear stared at the man with fury and pain, seemingly wishing for him to suffer the same amount of agony it's going through now. It then charged again. In panic the man tried to shoot again, but only a clicking sound made its way to his ears. The rifle was jammed. He had thrown it in the direction of the bear before reaching for his hunting knife. He was ready for the worst. "Arwoooooo!" Rang through the air, followed by another one and another one. The bear stopped in its tracks, before turning around and running in the opposite direction. The man could see long, glowing shadows of wolves chasing after the beast. At first he exploded in joy, just before a thought had struck him: "The wolves are after me too." Just as he whispered it, he heard a bark and in the matter of seconds a wolf was pouncing on to him. He managed to jump sideways before the incoming attack. The wolf missed it chance, leaving itself exposed. The man used the window of time and charged at the animal, his hand still holding on to the knife. He stabbed the wolf's chest just as it was turning around. However, the animal managed to sprint away right after it had been hurt. The man was not prepared for it. He lost his grip around his only weapon, and fell down onto the snow. After a few seconds of laying down in shock, he stood up and slowly started to walk up to his laying jammed rifle. He was about to pick it up before another wolf barked. But that one was different. He raised his head to see a big, snowy white wolf with golden glowing eyes. He did not even have time to react before Luna pounced onto him. This time it was a successful attempt. The man raised his arm in front of his throat to protect himself from an incoming attack. He screamed in agony, as Luna's teeth sank into his flesh, before it got torn off, leaving only a white bone with a few muscle's around it. Then the wolf proceeded to push the injured limb out of its way, before twisting its head and going for the throat. The man's scream turned into hiss, as Luna ripped his throat out. In the last moments of his life he could see the white wolf walking away from him, before being joined by lots of black, long shapes. The wolves did not kill because of being hungry.

Wolves + fog = death

- Three bullets. What is three bullets! - A Man could be heard yelling inside of his cabin in the middle of the forest. - I've been stuck here for how long now? Since that radio event?! I haven't heard from him since! - He smashed his hand against the table, accidentally cutting in in the process, however he didn't pay any attention to that. - I'm running out of canned food and fire starting supplies - He kept on talking to himself, being isolated took a toll on his mental health. - If I don't head out now, I'll either starve, freeze to death or both. He swept his slightly injured arm against a desk, moving some papers and cans out of his way. He then laid his map down on the table. - I should either go to the Blackrock, or to town. The guy on the radio is probably in town. I'm going for town. - He concluded. Right after that he got to preparing for the journey. Only one 1 liter bottle of water, one can of canned soup and a packet of dried beef plus his rifle loaded with three bullets. The man glanced at the cabin one final time, most likely saying farewell, pushed the door open headed out for the town.

Arrived at the Mountaineers Hut, Saw a bear, thought it roared, Aimed my rifle, shot its butt, Now I'm being mauled

Erik arrived at his cabin with no further complications. With the wind to his back, he could move quite quickly. However, to his surprise the doors were busted open. He reached for the Mountie's revolver, he held behind a belt. He gripped the revolver tightly, pointed it in front of him and he carefully walked into his cabin. As his eyes got used to the darkness, he glanced around his cabin. It was in an awful state, his canned food spilled around the floor, bed with long scratch marks on it, the stove somehow was de-attached from the pipe that lead to a chimney. He knew what creature had done this. He instinctively turned around to see the main cause of him losing this many supplies. The bear's dark eyes stared right into his soul, blood and rest of the canned tomato soup dripping down his snout. His mouth twisted in what seemed to be a not logical way for bears. Without hesitation, Erik aimed his revolver at beast's head, as it was charging at him.

It's amazing!

I'd love to see a region like this in-game!

Christine and Emma got back home after a short walk from Erik's cabin. Emma had taken off her winter jacket and ran into the kitchen, where she got to drawing the interior of Erik's cabin. Christine's old habit made her lock the doors. Then, she walked around the house, making sure that no one broke in while they were away. - I'll light the fire and make us some tea, okay sweetie? - Christine spoke loudly. - Yay! Tea! - Christine heard an excited voice in response. Christine smiled. After spending some time in the Erik's place, she was glad to be back home. Knowing that Emma wouldn't get used to spending time in a confined space, she had decided to start taking Emma out of the house more often. "If Amy decides to catch up to us, I will practice with my rifle and make sure that the town is safe. When I'll do that I'm going to start taking Emma out for short walks." She thought to herself, whilst sitting on a sofa and examining her father's rifle she left back at home. - Looks good for me. - Christine mumbled, as she pulled back a rifle bolt's handle. Then, she opened a box of ammunition and slowly loaded five rifle's bullets one by one. After that she pushed the rifle bolt's forward, closing the bolt and making the round stay in the chamber. Suddenly, she heard a scream at her doorway. - Mum, what's happening?! - Emma yelled, panic heard in her voice. - Hide behind something! - Christine replied, as she grabbed the rifle and run towards the doors. She saw the doorknob move in frantically, someone was very eager on getting inside. She held the rifle in her right hand, rifle's barrel pointed at the doorway. Her left hand unlocked the door's in seconds, which she then opened. The doors swung inward. As a result, Amy who was resting her hands on the doors fell on top of Christine, before the bear got a chance to maul her. Because of her friend falling onto her, Christine accidentally pulled the trigger. A bullet flew right past the bear's head, which made the bear panic and it quickly retreated back into the town. Christine, while being on adrenaline, quickly pushed Amy of her, before running up to the doors, locking them shut. Finally she looked at Amy, whom still paralyzed from fear, was laying on the floor.

Erik quickly crawled out of a snow shelter, grabbing his rifle. While he had been napping, he heard a roar, followed by a serie of six shots ending with a scream full of pain. He sprinted in the direction of the commotion. The bear was massive, it had a few wooden arrows sticking out of its back. These arrows were in its body for a very long time - the wood they were made of was rotten. The beast's face was covered in scars, its eyes were black, its ears had some chunks of flesh bitten out of them. - What the..? Shocked Erik mumbled to himself, right after he saw the bear and the unfortunate victim, which was being mauled. After getting out of the state of shock, he jogged to a tree stump. He crouched, resting his rifle on the cover. He had grasped his weapon tighter, before he closed his left eye and aimed his weapon at the bear. A bullet hit beast's hind. He pulled the trigger, his right hand almost instantly pulled the bolt backwards, ejecting the shell. The bear turned towards Erik's position. It stared right into his eyes without letting out a single noise. It seemed to him like the bear was mocking him. Before Erik could place another shot, the bear ran away. He immediately sprinted towards a person laying on the ground. As he got closer, he saw that the person was a man wearing a Canadian police uniform. Erik kneeled down next to the victim, examining his wounds. Policeman's chest was torn open. With his last strength, cop gave Erik his revolver, two boxes of revolver ammunition and a bloody picture of his 5 year old daughter. He died right after. Resigned Erik couldn't bury the body of the cop. He simply closed policeman's wide open eyes, while saying: - Rest in peace, stranger. He came back to his snowshelter, retrieved his waterproof cloth and headed back to his cabin. ps if you see any grammar, spelling mistakes just tell me, i'll make sure to fix them in the future.