The BLACKOUT

Holly

Eventually, the realization of my awaiting death sank in. And soon after, an all too well-known sensation of fear washed over me as I lay motionless, on some random couch, in some random cabin,  completely zoned out on some random popcorn ceiling. my mind started racing, every thought being almost instantaneously swept away by another. All of them around the same topic:
Am I really going to die alone?
Am I going insane?
Is this actually happening?
Is this how it's going to end?

Soon enough, it all became much too cumbersome for my exhausted, no good, brain to comprehend.
The more I dwelled on the subject, the harder it got for me to keep my heavy eyelids from closing.
Eventually, I slipped into coma like state of sleep.

Judging by the position the sun was in when I awoke, it should have been, at least 12:30.
As I lay awake on that oddly comfortable couch, I stared off into space yet again, having absolutely no motive to get up, knowing I would probably die if I went anywhere. My thoughts had started spiraling, just as they had done earlier, when I heard someone knock on the locked, out of view door.

I practically flew off the couch, once I was up I quickly snatched my bedding off the sofa and threw it all into the one measly little closet that was standing alone, behind me. It suddenly hit me, how big this situation was, it could be someone else looking for food and shelter or the owners. After that thought came to my realization, I knew I had to hide. The closet I put my linens was consequently full and the only other rooms I could possibly hide myself in where within a clear shot of the glass piece of the door therefore leaving them the possibility of spotting me. The only thing that offered me protection was the large oak table that was tucked in the corner, I dove under the table as quietly at I could. The knocking went on for minutes. This clearly meant that whomever they were they didn't own the cabin, I was partly relieved but I was still considerably nervous. Whoever was out there was probably will ready to kill me for this place, considering that they've been beating the shit out of that door for the past 10 minutes.

Soon after I had gotten under the table, the knocking stoped. And the sound of someone crying took over. I figured whoever was out there had given up and let there guard down. They obviously wouldn't expect anyone to come out, given that their 10 minutes of relentless knocking had showed no results.
I crawled across the cold tile flooring in the direction of the door. Once I made it there I realized that I had no plan for how I was to open the door, nor did I have a plan for dealing whomever was on the other side.
Eventually it came down to opening the door as fast and as loudly as I possibly could, or not opening the door at all.
Just as I was about to go back to my warm, now blanket-less position on the couch, a strong feeling of sympathy drowned out all my previous intentions of ignoring the matter. I knew I would hate it if that were me, crying, alone on a doormat in the middle of nowhere.
With that emotion of sympathy still coursing through my veins, I slowly opened to door until I could finally see the entirety of the figure, crying on the door step.

It was her... the woman from yesterday, her stockings were torn, her legs where badly scratched and her red dress was soaked in mud. She looked like the human equivalent of a train wreck. She appeared completely harmless so I hastily invited her in...

She immediately took up my offer, her tears practically drowning her with every word she spoke.

She stood silently in the mud room for at least 10 minutes before finally limping her way to the couch. She sat on the couch, wincing out of pain and discomfort as her open wounds made contact with the cold leather couch. Soon enough, awkward silence had filled the room. We sat there for what seemed like an eternity before anyone spoke.
" is there any extra clothes here?" She said in a rather hushed voice.
"I honestly don't know"
I had already stood up at this point, ready to sift through a strangers closet.
She made a very audible squeak of discomfort as she too, stood up.
I turned on my heel and walked off into, what I assumed to be, the walk in closet. After a while of searching, we both had found clothes that'd actually fit.

I soon realized that I will most likely be trapped with this stranger for awhile. I figured that knowing her name might help with my ongoing trust issues.

"Hey, ummm, I never did quite catch your name..."

She turned around playfully glanced at me before finally saying "Holly, my name's Holly. You?"

The "you?" Part had caught me completely off guard, I ended up forgetting my own name, forcing me to pro-long my response. I eventually pieced together my name and finally gave her simple question my simple answer.
"Oh! Umm... my names Oliver... Oly for short"

Holly waltzed over to the table I had Perched myself on and slid onto it, coming to a stop beside me.

She placed her hand on my back in a very comforting sort of way. Leaving me confused out of my mind when she violently shoved me off the edge of the table, causing me to land rather unstably. Holly jumped off the table with ease and walked away only to stop again less that 3 feet away from where she had practically thrown me from the table just seconds earlier. She turned dramatically on the ball of her foot then calmly and confidently mentioned that all the food in our dis-functional fridge had spoiled and that we had to get food ourselves.
I remembered seeing a rifle of some kind hidden in the closet. I knew ammunition would be limited, but that rifle could easily kill a deer which would leave us with plenty of food if we could just get the fridge to work.

Holly and I set off for our hunting trip. I carried the rifle the entire time as I still didn't completely enlist my trust in Holly.
The hunting aspect of our trip turned up nothing. But Holly had managed to find 17 wild potatoes which was plenty to feed both of us for the next week and have extras to plant.

After dinner I fell asleep on the still blanket-less couch. When I woke up I found Holly staring down at me, her arms where clutched around a large burlap sheet, once she realized I had woken up she warmly smiled at me and placed the burlap tarp on the ground and carefully unrolled it only to reveal an immense amount of weaponry. I stood up immediately, the contents shocked me.
3 bows.
107 arrows.
2 pistols.
1 rifle.
97 boxes of handgun ammunition.
100 boxes of rifle ammunition.
And 2 daggers.