...Cold.

...So cold.

Very cold! Super cold! Fucking freezing cold! Why is it so damn cold?!

The sensation as though being stuck inside a freezer finally incited my shocked eyes to open. And instead of seeing the white bedroom ceiling above, what greeted me was the dark blue sky with countless snowdrops descending.

As for the warm bed I'm usually acquainted, in its stead was hard stone cold ground, and my back shivered immediately. Arms quickly wrapped around my body in an effort to warm myself from the merciless winter, and I sat up to take in the unfamiliar surroundings. Stone ground, endless snow, leafless trees nearby, and what seemed like a cliff ten feet away.

Was I dreaming? Nope, the freezing sensation was enough of an indication that this was, indeed, reality.

Was I... dead? Am I in hell?

If so, they'll have to try harder than that. Joke's on them, I love snow.

As I thought of such, a strong current blew through me, bare arms freezing with an intensity that I quickly tried to warm them back up. I'll just correct myself; I love snow... when I'm inside the house. Let's see... back's shivering due to sleeping on the snowy ground, teeth shivering violently, eyes squinting as hard as possible to view my location more clearly. Aside from that I don't feel any pain, though I could feel my bare feet go cold-

Ah, great, I'm still in my black pajama's. In the middle of a snowstorm. In the middle of fucking nowhere.

Just where was I...?

Okay, let's think clearly about this.

My name is Jack. Jack Wright. I'm twenty years old. I'm from England. And I'm currently in my PJ's in the middle of fucking nowhere.

What did I do this time to warrant this?

Dear God! If I stay out here any long I'm gonna freeze to death! Shelter... Yes that's what I need. Shelter and warmth. Now if I can just see through this foggy area-

Fuck!

Just taking one step forward is painful enough! My feet protested violently against the stone fluffy ground. Well what do they want me to do, lie down and die?! I'm tired, I'm confused, and I'm probably going to die of hypothermia.

Oh wonderful. Hopefully it's a quick way to go-

The sound of crunching forced me to look up from my shivering state. Footsteps? Was I going to be rescued? And possibly have some answer to why I've gone to bed a few hours ago and suddenly now in the middle of what seems like Alaska-?

"Oh Jesus Christ!"

Took the words right out of my mouth love! Now two running girls almost impacted right into me, thankfully stopping before potentially pushing me off the cliff. Both looked to be teenagers, adorning black jeans, a blue shirt and a pink coat. Both had black hair. one wore a woolly hat while the other wore glasses-

...Was it my shivering eyesight or was there something familiar about these girls?

They looked just as surprised to see me, both taking large gasps and stepping back after almost knocking me down, before glancing behind them. fear clear on their features. And despite my freezing state, I managed to frown. I know I've seen these two before... but where...?

The two teens grabbed each other's hand, backing away from where they ran from, stopping when I was directly behind them. "No!" The one in the woolly hat said. "No! Shit! No!"

...No what?

Yet as they made a movement to back away further, instinct told me to place a hand on their backs each to prevent that happening. I ain't being pushed off a cliff anytime soon! Sod what they're afraid of!

Yet that fear seemed warranted, as ghastly eyes peeked out from the foggy storm before us. The sight of them instilled a paralyzing coldness within me, halting my bodily functions altogether, and it was at that moment I understood why these two girls were so afraid.

What was that thing...?

"Get back!" The vocal girl tried vainly to tell the creature to leave, but to no avail. The only responce was it slowly coming out of the fog, like a predator observing its prey-

Oh... Oh shit no... Oh fuck me...

"W-W-W-Wendigo..." I managed to force out hoarsely, through grit shaking teeth. Indeed, how could I forget such a creature? It was a nightmarish monster that appeared in that clever game Until Dawn...

...Which means... This two girls I was now pushing behind me to protect them...

I wanted to look behind me to confirm this horrifying theory, but my eyes stay focused on the approaching Wendigo. It was as terrifying as the game portrayed it. How else could I describe it than say it looked like pre-evolved form of a Necromorph from Dead Space?

Oh, I know how to describe it: I'm dead.

I'm so dead. I'm so fucking dead. Goodbye cruel world, because THIS is how I meet my fate.

If by any chance this was just a nightmare, please, don't hesitate in waking me up this very instant-

"FUCK! NO!" Screams from behind prompted me to look around.

Forcing my eyes off the looming creature, my arm managed to extend out in time, grasping Beth's arm before both she and her sister could fall off completely like last time. Meeting my eyes with shock and relief, I quickly pulled with what strength I could muster, helping the poor girl, and by extension her sister, back up. Both quickly collasped on their knees, recovering from the ordeal.

Thank God, they wouldn't die this time-

The sound of close snarling cut off my exhausted train of thought, as though breathing right over my shoulder. This was accompanied by the terrified expressions on the two girl's faces looking above me. Everything in my body ceased functioning, leaving an empty vacuum for fear to suck up.

I'm dead...

...Well, at least I died saving a life. Two lives, now that's a bonus.

My body wouldn't stop shivering, so staying still was out of the question. Closing my eyes, I braced myself for the end.

But fate, it seemed, had other plans to torture me.

The scream of the Wendigo was ear-piercing, so much it forced me to clutch my infected right ear in pain. Fuck! Yet a shred of warmness was felt from behind me, and the sides I noticing an orange glow cover the stone floor. And the screams of the Wendigo slowly fading, as if the monster was running away.

The warmness faded, as well, and more crunching footsteps was heard behind me. And I hazarded a guess as to who they belonged to.

"Guy with flamethrower right behind me?" I asked wryly. The two kneeling girls looked taken aback by the lucky guess, and nodded warily. In turn, I nodded, feeling the coldness now get to my head. "Figured as much..."

The last thing I heard then were the surprised yelps as my body stumbled forward, collapsing into the arms of the two teens.

Some dream this was...

...Okay, that was much better.

Opening my eyes, I blinked several times for the blurriness to fade, taking in my new surroundings with much more calmness this time around. Instead of waking up to a cold freezing atmosphere with merciless snow overtaking my being, I was greeted, this time, by a warm bed and cozy looking room. This was clearly a safer area than the environment I've woken up to earlier.

Only one problem: This wasn't my room.

Nope, I was another completely unfamiliar area. Moving my tired head left and right, it didn't take long to decipher that I was inside from wooden cabin. The walls were clearly constructed of pure wood. Though the ceiling had plaster to it. Beside this large bed I was in was a small table with a lamp. Everything was neat and orderly, as though this was a guest's quarter that no one had used until now.

...Nope, not feeling any handcuffs. Which means I wasn't a prisoner... somewhat. Who knows, the room could be under surveillance while I was inwardly talking to myself.

Still, I wasn't quite ready to get up just yet, not while I took advantage of the warmness after that hectic night. What happened again... I was in the middle of a snowstorm, saved Beth and Hannah's life, and almost got decapitated by a Wendigo.

...Yeah, sounds about right.

A quiet knock on the wooden door far from the front of the bed. And immediately a person entered the room, smiling at me in relief. "Oh, you're awake. Thank God."

Another teenage female. Woolly red and white sweater. Blue jeans. Golden earrings. And blonde hair...

Always had a weakness for blondes.

Slowly walking towards me, as if wary I'd lash out, the young woman continued with a tentative, friendly expression, "Are you alright? What's your name? Can I get you anything?"

Whoa, easy there. I'm the one with questions here love.

"Water." I managed to say hoarsely. "I need water."

The girl nodded, "I'll be right back." And just like that, she left shutting the door behind her.

Giving me enough time to discern her identity. If last night actually happened, then that means the impossible. An event which no sane person would honestly wish to trap themselves in. Though then again, my sanity's always been questionable. More so than Josh- No, no. Unlike Josh I didn't devolve into madness and mindlessly blame everyone for the death of my siblings; who were very much alive, thank you very much.

Just as his were alive, if last night was a real occurrence-

The girl returned without delay, holding a fresh glass of clean water. "Here you are." I graciously accepted the offered glass, drinking the refreshing sustenance.

Ahh... Just what I needed.

"Thank you." The kind teenager nodded at my gratitude, taking the half-full glass after I was done with it. My throat available for clear communication, my eyes wandered around the place, "Where am I...?"

"The Washington Lodge." She answered with a soft tone.

My eyes met hers. Green. A blonde girl with green eyes. I'd be shocked if she wasn't taken already. "George Washington?" Incredible. I was making jokes while in this oh-so marvelous situation.

Yet that seemed to crack a humoured smile on the young woman's face. "Not exactly." Then she had the audacity to invade my personal space, resting a rather warm palm on my forehead. "No temperature... It's amazing you managed to survive freezing to death like that, in the cold with nothing but PJ's on."

Amazing... Sure.

"What did you say your name was?"

Meeting her curious yet gentle stare dead-on, I replied with all seriousness I could muster, "I'm Jesus."

"Hm, I doubt that. The beard isn't long enough, for starters."

I tugged at the cold facial hair. "Long enough to impress the ladies though, I imagine."

"In contrast to wearing pajama's outside on the top of a snowy mountain." The girl retorted, yet was clearly amused by my sense of humour. "But right now, instead of flirting, you can tell me your real name first?"

"...Fair enough." I sighed. It was fun while it lasted. "My name is Jack. Jack Wright. It's a pleasure to meet you Miss..."

"Samantha, but my friends call me Sam."

...Well that confirms it.

The girl's - no Samantha's - brow furrowed in concern as I rested my head back on the pillow, the revelation hitting me like a tidal wave.

I was in Until Dawn...

Fan-fucking-tastic.