The Friend

Finding a Friend

It had taken not too long until we made it to the top and was sitting in front of a big cabin lodge. It was dead quiet. The only sounds I could make out were the engine of the moped, and the humming of a generator. I got off the moped and turned it off. I tried to bundle up in what I had because it was starting to get cold. As I was walking I felt a snowflake hit my face. Maybe It'll snow soon. I opened the door to the lodge and walked in. It was very dark, there were no lights on. The only aspect of light was from the windows. I walked into what appeared to be the lobby. As I did so, a light turned on, shining in the center, where Tristen was, unconscious and tied to a chair. He looked like a complete mess. His hair was messy, his clothes were dirty, and I'm pretty sure those are the same clothes from when I last saw him. I hurried towards him and shook him by the shoulders. "Tristen! Tristen wake up!" He slowly became conscious. "Mmm, what? Erik?" he muttered, "What happened where am I?" "Oh, thank god you're ok," I sighed with relief, "Hold on I'm gonna get you out of here." I went behind him and began to cut the rope that held him down with one of the knives. Once he became loose I helped him to stand up. As I helped him to walk it took me only a second to realize, "Where's the fox?!" All the lights then all at once turned on. The light was intensely bright. Both Tristen and I shielding our eyes to allow them to adjust. Throughout all the blinding, there was a voice, "It's about time you showed up!" That voice. I know it. "Is that you?" I spoke out to the silhouette, "Cory?!"