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to fly, at least that's what she was told. But this, this face thing was something new and something that wouldn't escape her mind.

The washroom was in the back of the cabin that Eden called home for the past five years. The porch of the cabin overlooked a lush, green forest. Eden grabbed a flashlight that she kept on a table near the back door and walked gingerly, trying to avoid having her bare feet step on any loose

flakes of wood sticking up from the floor. While Eden placed her soiled clothes in the washer, along with other items that she'd planned to wash later, the image of that face kept plaguing her.

"I knew I shouldn't have had that Bailey's tonight. That's what's probably causing all this. I can never hold my liquor."
Eden finished loading the washer and decided that the colder mountain air of Whiteriver, Arizona, would ease her mind. She grabbed a clean blouse, a pair of pants, and a sweater that had been hanging opposite the dryer and put them on. Whiteriver was a good five miles away from her cabin in Mountain Springs, and she loved jogging, so even though it was a little past midnight, the darkness and twisting branches of the trees beckoned her to jog.

As she left her cabin and took in a deep breath of the cool mountain air, a peace came over her and she found herself eager to jog the five miles to Whiteriver. "Now this is more like it," she said as she zipped up the sweater.

Whilst jogging she began to think of when she was seventeen and felt that cold sensation travel through her body. She had been camping with her brother and sister and being seventeen and somewhat protected all her life, she decided that she needed some adventure, so she went for a walk in the woods one night while her brother and sister slept in the RV.

Eden loved the forest. Ever since she was able to walk she always wanted to be in the forest and just enjoy the beauty and strength of the wooded area. However, this time she wouldn't be able to enjoy all that the forest had to offer. This time, before the night changed to day, she'd be fighting for her life.

Eden had just checked the time on her watch, 1:00. "Wow! I'd better head back." As she turned to go back to camp, she realized that she was lost. It was too dark to see anything clearly, and snow was beginning to fall. Eden began yelling for her brother and sister. After what seemed like hours she stopped yelling. She was freezing and her legs felt like jelly. Her survival training kicked in and she happen to spot what

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