Marcus's POV

I woke up with a serious headache. What had happened? I looked around and found myself in the middle of the woods. Oh yeah! Bianca and I were gathering wood, then the storm, and we got knocked out by the lightning, right. Then I remembered the conversation we'd been having before the lightning. I grew angry. Then, I heard a groan and Bianca stirred next to me.

"Whazgoinon?" she asked sleepily. Then she sat straight up. "The wood and the storm and where are we?"

"Somewhere in the middle of the woods," I replied.

"We gotta get back to the cabin. They must be so worried!" Bianca exclaimed.

"We're stuck in the middle of the woods! How do you expect we get back?" I asked.

"Um, duh. The little navigation thingy," she replied.

"Oh. Right," I said sheepishly. I pulled it out of my pocket and pressed the cabin button. Nothing happened. I pressed it again. Same result.

"Well?" Bianca said getting impatient.

"It's not working," I said gravely.

"Then it's a good thing I always carry my phone with me," Bianca said. "If we can get to a road, we can get a ride to the campsite." She pulled out her phone and went into the map app. "That way," she said pointing to her left. We ran off in that direction.

We were running for about five minutes when Bianca tripped and dropped her phone. It tumbled down the hill we were on and landed with a splash in the creek.

"My phone!" Bianca cried. She turned to me. "Please tell me you have yours." I shook my head. She sat down and put her head in her hands.

"We're doomed." And then she did something that surprised me: she burst into tears. I'm overcome with an urge to comfort her, to tell her we're not doomed and that it will all be ok, but I can't, because in the inside I feel like crying too. The more I think about it, the more I think she's right.

We're doomed.