Trevor looked at the sky from beneath his spot under the tree. The thought of a rogue lightning bolt frying the tree and him was growing ever stronger in his mind. A growl of thunder tore through the ashen gray night sky.
Vibrations shot up his backside. His mind froze in what he expected to be his last moments of life. "What are the chances?" He thought, "It was good while it lasted." Nothing happened.
Opening his eyes up to the raining night he leaned back against the tree.
"Vrrrrrr," came a sound accompanied by another vibration.
He reached into his back pocket. "Steve's Cell Phone. I forgot to give it back to him!" Thunder clapped above him, accompanied by a flash of lightning that exposed Mike's figure stalking towards the lodge.
"Wait!" Trevor hissed. Mike didn't seem to hear.
Fumbling in the dark, Trevor searched for the call button. The phone lit up in the dark: "One Missed Call."
"View Missed Call. Low Battery."
"Home - 555-0437" it read. Steve's home number! If he could get a hold of Steve, he could get him to contact the police and maybe get some help up here.
"Calling," the phone read. Ringing. Trevor looked back towards the cabin, but Mike was nowhere to be seen.
Click. "Hello?" Came Steve's voice.
"Steve, thank god you picked up the phone!"
"Hey, do you have my phone?"
Trevor stood dumbstruck. "Who the hell cares. Look, I need you to call the police and come up to the Rental Lodge on the mountain. All Hell has broken loose and I think Mike might be planning something stupid!"
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