Elle's Brother lives in the mountains three hours from Portland Oregon. Instead of Christmas At Elle's this year like every other year, she must journey through the hills and mountains to Chris's, her brother. But when her car dies, and a snow storm...
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I stand against a tree. I'm literally lost. My feet are probably frost bit and my nose is cold, my legs are frozen. I slip my backpack off my shoulder and grab the bottle of water in it.
I growl. "Fucking frozen! " I yell and slam it against a tree. It breaks apart a little enough to give me something to drink. I look around the Forrest floor full of snow. Wouldn't be able to eat any of it, there's pine needles and everything else all over.
I huff and pull my phone out of my pocket and turn it on. I hurry and slide to the camera. Using my front facing camera I start to speak.
"Whoever finds this. If the wolves don't mutilate my body first. My name is Elle. Ellivone Mores. I am from Portland Oregon, traveling on December twenty fourth to my brother Chris's for Christmas. His number is 9710023633. It's.. I have no fucking idea what time it is, but it's about to get dark. Tell my family I love them, snotsicles and everything. And tell Chris I said fuck you and your mountain climbing you son of a bitch, you're the reason I'm dead. Signing off."
I stop the video and turn off my phone sliding it back into my pocket.
I'm screwed. I kick the snow around me. The dead grass begins to appear. I grab the blanket from my backpack and huddle closer to the trunk. Snow birds sing and limbs crack. The wind blows through the branches breaking them off piece by piece. I lay my head back onto the trunk.
