After I had gained back my consciousness, it was really hard for me to make out at which place or at whose place I was. When I woke up I found myself in a big yellow-bricked room with two windows and a wall which had a huge self containing books and some glass bottles by the left side of the entrance. The last thing I remember was replying to Elliot's call while I was almost drowning in the sea storm. And thinking about Elliot this was surely not Elliot's room. Wait! Where is Elliot?? Was he okay or had he...? My mind went on imagining several unpleasant thoughts but overcoming my sea of thoughts, I got up from my bed tried looking for Elliot through this unfamiliar house.

The house wasn't that big but the rooms were rather gigantic as if the people living here were some sorts of titans. There we're just two bedrooms, a hall, kitchen and one toilets. The two bedrooms were like as different as black and white. One was tidy while the other was a literally a mess. The kitchen have ingredients which I could barely remember, but then I had never been to kitchen in the first place.While searching through the house I did find some clothes that felt like they belonged to Elliot. But there was no sign of Elliot himself. What if we we're kidnapped or something?? Though I know Elliot was a strong person and would not give in that easily,  he could still be overpowered by someone big or strong enough. I felt extremely anxious right then.

Elliot was my friend.. to be honest, my best friend ever. Most people that tried to befriend me, back at the high school,  simply did so because of my money status and good looks. But Elliot was different...It's not even been six months since we met and yet I can say, I know him very well and He and surely sau that for me too. He never even tried to ask me to become his friend. Rather it was time that brought us close. It just started from being his mentor as he was a transferred student to this. We just had small talks which turned deeper everyday. He would quietly listen to my problems and even comfort me when I was down and the most important thing was that he never asked me for anything in return , if I can ignore the number of pizza treats I had given him. But honestly, I really loved his simple, kind and straightforward personality.

 I slammed my palm over the wooden table while sitting on a couch in one of the rooms of the house.

'Stop frowning and start looking for Elliot. It might turn out that you are just over imagining things' I told myself and got up, dusting off some non-present dirt off my clothes. If he is not inside the house, he might be outside. I looked for the main door of the house but it seemed to be locked. I gritted my teeth in frustration. 

'Now, what should I do?' I thought to myself.

Suddenly, an idea struck my mind and I ran off to the room I was sleeping in. I checked the two windows and fortunately, they were open. I don't know what kind of smirk would have been present on my face when I had made the discovery.  Without much thought, I slid through the window and jumped down just to end up falling into a mud pit below.

"Shit!!" I cried. My whole body was down in the mud pit. I got up. "Can this day get any worse?" I muttered as I cleaned off the mud from my face and rubbed my clothes which were drenched in the grey, sticky mud. 

Nevertheless, I needed to look for Elliot so I got out and walked through the bushy garden of the house to the area road beyond. I often frictioned my body against the tall grasses to clean my clothes but it made little difference.

It was evening time, the sun's bright rays were on the verge of extinction. The cool winds which blew through the tall, gaunt pines, made my body shiver with cold. How the hell did I end up in a forest??It felt like I was in a hilly forest, kind of the ones my parents used to take me on the months when the heat got unbearable. "How come I ended up in a hill station from our seaside town??" I whispered to myself, my teeth chattering. With the enveloping darkness of the dusk,  the weather was getting more foggy. The thin stretches of mist were conquering the whole forest.

"Elliot! Elliot! Are you there?" I called. The reply was only the chilly breezes of the dusk.

" I guess not..." I muttered, still shivering

'I think I should get back to the house. Whatever they would have done to Elliot,  they would still have to bring him back to the house. My first priority should be finding Elliot, then we can decide what to do next.' I thought. As I turned back and followed the trail that had brought me here. I walked for about fifteen minutes but still ended up nowhere other than the forest itself.

"Am I lost?" I asked myself. I kept walking for a few more minutes but the result wasn't any different.

"Is someone here?  Can someone hear me?" But there was no reply.  

'Fuck it! I hereby, declare this day to be the worst day of my life' I thought as I sighed.

I was getting hungry too. I just sat beside a pine tree, testing a little.

"Will I spend my whole night here under this tree?" I muttered. The evening had turned into a night by now and it was getting really cold. I hugged my folded legs and hitched my muddy clothes to keep all the warmth my body could provide from escaping. Even still, I was shivering. I had been a big fan of survival shows like Man vs. Wild or Primal survivor but all my knowledge I had for those shows was frozen in these cold winds. At this rate,  I would surely die of Hypothermia (extreme low body temperature) .

Suddenly, I heard some rustling sound from the bushes. I looked up, "Elliot is this you?" I asked feebly. But no one replied, only the sounds of bushes moving. Soon three gaunt figures emerged from them. They had blood red eyes and It was dark so I couldn't make out what creature I was witnessing but one thing was sure, they were clearly not humans. As one of the three creatures closed in on me, my eyes widened as I felt my stomach gripped with raw fear.