Dumb little story thing I made sorry if it’s bad but like yeah. I numbered it like I was gonna write more which I might but yeah hope you enjoy.
Chapter 1. Lucky break on a cold night
Alexander would slowly walk through a dark and chilling forest, the wind rushing by and howling in his ears as his scarf would wave wildly behind him. He held his arms close to his body, slowly marching like a lone soldier on his way to war. Cupping his hands he would breathe into them, rubbing them together covering his face with his warmer gasp as his dog would run to him barking as he called for his attention. The not so small saint Bernard ran to him and stayed close to his owner ready to protect him at the drop of a hat.
“Hey there big man, did ya have any luck finding us a spot to stay for the night?” Alexander would kneel down hooking Mo’s harness back on. Nearly in an Instant the dog would bark tail wagging before he started to pull his owner trying to lead the way to what he had found. Now jogging to the best of his ability to keep up with the large powerful dog. After traveling for quite some time Alexander's head would perk up and eyes would go wide, Mo had found a cabin with its door ajar. Looking at the building from the outside everything was as fine as could be, windows not broken, no holes in the ceiling, it was perfect for his temporary stay.
“You're a lifesaver, you big fuzz ball! I’m so glad I got you otherwise I’d be a popsicle out there by now without you!” Heading inside, he let Mo in of course before shutting the door behind them both, the wind now locked outside howled wildly like an angry beast as he had chuckled softly.
He knew he had lucked out big time all thanks to his furry friend. Looking around he’d spot a fireplace filled with ash and soot, having few options on what to do he'd end up using his hands to scoop up the former fuel for fires that were made before and dropped the ash into a bin which was laying around.
Humming as he went soon enough the fireplace was fully cleaned of the mess within it. Standing back up he would begin to smile as he noticed a decent sized pile of firewood, he’d reach over grabbing a piece of the wood, it was cold but wasn’t wet which meant he could do something that would ensure he’d make it to tomorrow morning at least, a fire. Not wasting a single second he’d begin to get to work, using small sticks and twigs he prepared the fireplace. Taking out his lighter he lit a small page from his notebook. With slow careful hands he’d hold the flame close to the bed he planned to lay it in. The small smoldering flame began to devour the twigs and then latch onto the sticks next.
The flame as if alive would dance about within the fireplace, continuing to grow and latch onto more sticks; it let out crackling sounds as Alexander’s prayers had been heard. Slowly throwing more wood for the small flame to burn and use as fuel to burn and grow. He’d go to Mo crouching down and petting him.
“Mo, I swear I would have died out there without you! Once we get home I’m gonna get you an entire chicken if I can!” He’d laugh to himself as he said this before going back towards the flame. Slowly taking off the gloves he had on holding them out to the flame as his pale white fingers warmed, blood flowing back into them giving life back to his cold flesh as they’d become pink in color. Slowly closing and opening them he’d smile, if he had been out there much longer he more than likely would come down with frostbite.
Next Alexander would start to take the scarf he had off, He would let out a blissful sigh as his rosy red cheeks were free to be warmed by the fire next. Now finally having a chance to relax even if for a moment the heavy backpack he had been touting around would be taken off and placed next to him. Taking out a mug and a steel flask filled with slightly frozen water within, he’d begin to pour it out into the mug before letting it grow warm near the fire. Soon his savoir would walk and lazily lay atop him.
“Hey there big man, you hungry I’m guessing? Give me a little bit of time old man and I’ll get you your chow.” He’d let his hand glide over the dog’s fur as he’d pour some of the water out into a dish letting Mo have at it as he drank from the mug. Once the fire was roaring and giving off a blazing heat he would take out a pouch of dog food spilling it out into the dish letting Mo go and dig into the fresh wet food. Slowly he’d reach into the bag once more taking out a dish of peas and another one of turkey. Using the flame he had nurtured from just a spark he would cook the food he had luckily stored for this not so little trip.
“Here ya go you big fuzz ball.” He threw a piece of turkey to his canine companion as he’d smile digging into his own food with a fork as he sat on the floor not wanting to flee from the fire just yet as his body fully sorted itself out, even if there were tables and chairs to sit on he stayed put. At some point he would rise up looking outside into the cold night before taking his time to examine the building at last with the help of the flame’s light.
“So we have tables and chairs, a bed that would probably snap if I got on it too fast, Extra blankets are definitely a plus.” He’d crouch down to reach under the bed taking out the two large dust coated blankets shaking them off. Looking back down afterwards a small metal box was now in his sight, with minimal effort he’d reach in and grab it, taking it out and placing it on the table. The box was cold as ice even with the blankets to keep it slightly warmer than the world around it. He would try to unlock it as it wouldn’t budge.
“So a small mysterious box in an old cabin in the middle of nowhere? I”m not even going to risk this becoming some sorta horror moive by busting this open, I might be a bit dull but I for sure am not dumb.” He’d chuckled to himself as he’d place it to the side, grabbing his bag and placing it next to the seat he had taken before taking out a map and compass trying to brainstorm a way for him to get out of this forest once the storm broke and day began to shine.
After working for what could have been an hour he’d stretch some yawning slightly and started getting the bed made and looking at Mo who by now passed out himself snoring softly. He’d step over him throwing a few more chunks of wood into the fireplace before getting into the cool bed, its frame creaking as it had been god only knew how long since it last used by whoever once lived here.
With the bed frame creaking Mo would slowly wake back up and move over and get into the bed laying next to his owner. “Heh you sure aren’t a puppy anymore but you still act like one you big goof.”
For what time he was still awake he’d pet Mo slowly as he’d close his eyes before falling asleep.
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