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Cayson unhurriedly crept forward, unprepared to see another dead body. Caroline flashed in his head which created a ripple effect of water-y eyes. He towered over her but only gaped, unsure if he could reach down and find proof of life.

"You have to try," Cayson attempted to motivate himself. "You can save this one." The words stung but proved efficient. He leaned over, his fingers pressing against her wrist in search of a pulse. The fact that her pulse was not only identifiable, but no doubt beating at a healthy rate lifted a heavy weight off of his shoulders.

He rested on his knees as he began running his hands over the unknown girls face in attempt to awaken her from her deep sleep. He tried not to become too distracted by her beauty. Her coco brown curls were scattered all around her, some leaves calling them home.

Her face was perfect – strong cheekbones, chiseled jawline, and two cheek dimples.

"Hey, you need to wake up," he softly spoke. She was the first person he'd discovered in his desperate attempt to find civilization. Cayson hoped she had some answers to their presence in the woods or even the events of the past twenty four hours.

He shook her again, this shake proving to be successful. She struggled, but eventually managed, to peel open her heavy eye lids; revealing their mesmerizing ocean blue color. The two strangers just sat there peering into each other's eyes.

She was so beautiful.

She struck quicker than lightning, sending her knee into his groan. Cayson, who had been hovering over her, let out a high pitched squeal before smashing onto his back. Resting his hands in-between his legs, he began rolling around on the ground moaning.

"Who are you?!" She immediately demanded. "And why the hell are you in my roo-"she cut herself short the second she peered at her surroundings. She rushed to sit up and create distance between herself and Cayson, holding her head in her hands when she did. Cayson had woken up bearing the same throbbing headache. "Where the hell am I?"

"Why my nuts!?" Cayson whined, whimpering.

"Why am I in the woods?" Panic was clear in her tone as she glared at him. Cayson continued to cry in agony, this not sitting well with her. She jumped to her feet, holding her foot back as she prepared to deliver another fatal blow.

"I . . . I don't know!" Cayson answered honestly, trying to catch his breath and save his nuts.

"What do you mean you don't know?" She sneered.

"I woke up an hour ago . . . just like you did." He held his hands up in defense. "I have no idea where we are or how we got here. Last night I passed out and the next thing I know I'm waking up in the freaking Hundred Acre Woods." She vacillated, remaining completely still before she set her leg down and scanning the area.

"How do I know you're telling the truth?" She wondered, cocking her head to the side as she crossed her arms over her chest.

"I swear on my family jewels I'm telling the truth." She bit her lip, tapping her foot; leaves chomping beneath her. After a moment she stirred. Cayson flinched, curling into a defensive ball before he comprehended that she wasn't going for another kick.

He relaxed, gladly accepting her extended hand. She helped tug Cayson off the ground and he recognized just how much he regretted waking her up. The duo was unsure of their next move. Neither of them had any clue as of what to do.

"I'm Cayson," he introduced with an oddly timed smile; straightening his back. I would kill for an icepack.

"Cayson?" She double checked. "What kind of name is Cayson?"

"A very respectable one," he argued. "What's your name bigshot?"

"Emery . . . Emery McCann."

"You're making fun of my name with a name like Emery?" He jeered.

"Can you stop making jokes and focus for a minute?" Emery barked.

"I'll try. Sarcasm is my main line of defensive," Cayson admitted; sarcasm and focusing completely on the dark moments of his life being his inbred response.

"Then take up boxing. " Cayson opened his mouth to release another snarky response but Emery continued to speak. "I'm sorry, okay? I'm just . . . We need to find a path or a road or something."

"Agreed," Cayson acknowledged the apology internally and bobbed his head. He had been, after all, searching for any one of those things since he'd awakened.

"Where did you wake up?" Emery interrogated, visibly struggling to formulate a plan of action. Cayson pointed towards the bushes he'd fought through.

"Somewhere over there. I've been walking around for hours."

"I guess we should try this way then," she unconfidently stated while gesturing towards the opposite end of the woods. She looked to Cayson for any additional advice; finding none, she began to lead the way.

Cayson wasn't an outdoors person in any sense of the expression. He was pleased to find someone who could take the reins. Emery appeared to have a general idea of what she was doing so Cayson followed behind like a lost puppy.

He was surprised at how well she was handling the situation. Cayson practically had a panic attack struggling to piece everything together. Emery released a set of rheumy coughs, grasping Cayson's gaze.

"Are you alright?" He enquired.

"Yeah – it's just freezing out," she sniffled. Cayson hadn't seen it before, but Emery was waltzing around in a tank top. At least his shirt, which he had been wearing when he fell asleep, had sleeves.

"Here." Cayson came to a halt so he could shake off his jacket. It was thin, but it was better than nothing.

"You don't have to do that," Emery shot it down.

"I can't get any colder," he joked, placing the jacket on her shoulders. She gratefully accepted; encasing her arms in the sleeves.

"Thank you," Emery managed a grin as the duo began walking again. They were soundless for the longest time; Emery breaking the silence. "I'm uh . . . sorry about kicking you're uh . . ."

"My family jewels?" He answered for her. "No worries, didn't plan on having kids so were all set." Her laugh set an odd chill over him – it made him smile along. The calmness of the air was slaughtered by a brash and unexperienced sound. Emery dug her nails into Cayson's forearm the second they froze.

"What was that?" She murmured. The sound flared up, Cayson's nose scrunching. "Is that?"

"Someone puking?" Emery completed his thought. The two exchanged glances, both bearing looks of pure disgust. They turned towards the source of the sound.

"Do we have to go investigate?" Cayson whined.

"You sound more scared of the guy throwing up than you did being trapped in the middle of nowhere." Emery mocked with a smirk as she rushed onward. Pride, or ego, hurt he chased after to prove he wasn't afraid. He was simply mind-blowingly revolted.

As they emerged from around the corner, the pair spotted a man lying next to a tree. His head was currently hiding behind a tree as he vomited a third time. His wobbling arms gave out and he smashed onto his stomach.

Emery ran to him, landing at his side with a graceful thud. Cayson hung back, watching from afar as she pulled back the few jet black strands that clung to his sweat covered face.

"Are you okay?" She asked, glancing at Cayson with sardonic eyes. He painstakingly strode closer.

"What's going on?" He grumbled. Cayson remained a foot away in preparation for the man to blow chunks again.

"We . . ." Emery rifled for the correct words to use.

"Do you know where we are?" Cayson interjected. He struggled to sit up, Emery setting a supportive hand on his back to help. He combed the scene with a glazed over look in his eyes.

"The woods?" He proposed.

"Well thanks for all the help." Cayson rolled his eyes, giving him a thumbs up before whirling around to tread off.

"Cayson," Emery whined. "Try not to be an ass. He's sick."

"Yeah, sick in the head," Cayson derided.

"Am I dead? Cause no human is as beautiful as you are – you must be an angel."

"Are you kidding me!?" Cayson ridiculed. "That's the oldest line in the book."

"Will you shut up for two seconds?" Emery snarled, cheeks red.

"You're seriously not buying this, are you?" Cayson couldn't understand why he was so irritated.

"Come on, let's get you on your feet," Emery beamed, latching onto his arm so she could yank him to his feet. Cayson observed the countless tattoos casing his left arm. He could identify a clock, a few skulls, and an angel.

"This is Cayson, and I'm Emery."

"Finley Cosden at your service," he held out his hand to Emery who eagerly shook it. Cayson felt like it was his turn to throw up. "What exactly is going on?"

"We have no clue," Emery frowned. "We just woke up too."

"How long have you guys known each other?" Finley questioned brow raised.

"Uh . . ." Emery was clearly startled by the oddly timed question.

"Like thirty minutes?" Cayson suggested.

"And you bicker that much?"

"Can we figure out our game plan?" Emery swiftly interposed as Cayson had opened his mouth to utter a rather cynical response.

"Find people," Cayson and Finley said at the same time, directing aggravated scowls to one another.

"That's it? No find shelter or start a fire?"

"Emery, does it look like Hot Topic over here knows how to start a fire?" Cayson snorted, jabbing his thumb in Finley's general direction; Finley clenched his jaw.

"What about you?" Emery snapped, clearly infuriated with Cayson.

"I got kicked out of boy scouts," Cayson shrugged. He had been a member of the local boy scouts club for about two weeks but was forced to leave by his father as soon as his mother died.

"Didn't let your scout master go to second base?" Finley murmured.

"You do not second base is boobs right? No I did not let my scout master touch my-"

"Can we just stick to the plan?!" Emery shouted over Cayson. Finley ogled her for an uncomfortable amount of time before reaching out to touch Emery's face.

"I wouldn't do that," Cayson cautioned. "She doesn't like people touching her face." Emery grimaced, Finley disregarded Cayson and removed a group leaves that were hanging out in her curls. "Right, stick to the master plan!" Cayson interpolated before the two began to aggravate him anymore than they already were.

"Good idea Casey."

"It's Cayson," he grumbled.

A twig cracked behind Cayson and Emery's eyes widened. Before she could so much as usher a warning an arm wrapped around Cayson's neck and enforced him into a chokehold. Cayson's first reaction was to squirm. He tried to pry the strangers hand off of him but he couldn't. Cayson fought immeasurably hard to breathe. He could feel all the blood rushing to his face.

"Cayson!" Emery gasped.