Kreeeeeeeeeek! Kreeeeeeeeeek! I heard someone walking in the snow. I looked up at a man with a gun. “Don’t move!” He said and pointed the gun at me. Oh yeah, what if I do? I wanted to say, but when I opened my mouth, nothing came out. “Now! Where did you hide it?” He demanded. “Hide what?” I said sounding confused. “If you don’t tell me I’ll shoot!” He said and gave me a fake, little grin. “What are you talking about?” I asked again. “You leave me no choice!” He said and slowly pushed the trigger. BOOM! I felt it hit me in the shoulder. My shoulder throbbed in pain. I looked at it and blood was coming out of my shoulder. Shhhhhhly! I made a noise as I lay there. His hand grabbed my wounded shoulder and started to shake me. I woke up. “It was just a dream!” I said relieved. But my shoulder still hurt. I rubbed the sleep from my eyes, even though I didn’t get that much sleep. Now, off to find Trever! I thought and looked out the hole of the tree. Even though it was morning, it was dark. I wonder if Trever is still alive…No, I know he’s okay! I thought but still unsure of the truth. I slowly climbed out of the hollow tree and landed in almost 3 feet of snow! Brrrrrr! I thought as I tried to find the sidewalk. “Trever!” I started to yell when I heard a faint whimper echo through the forest. “Trever?” I yelled and again I heard the faint whimper. I ran as fast as I could in the cold snow. Hold on, Trever, I thought and slowed my pace down to a jog. I heard the whimpers get louder and louder. I figured I must have been going in the right direction. Soon I found a small nuzzle pop out of the ground. “Trever!” I said and dug up my dog’s frozen body. I picked up Trever’s icy body and held it close to mine. He looked up at me and whined a pitiful whine. “I’m so sorry I lost you boy!” I said and rubbed my nose on his. He licked my cheek in acceptance. Ten minutes later, we were trying to find our way back home. It was so cold; I started shaking. My hands and feet were almost numb again, and my nose was runny. I looked down at the small mountain bernese, I could tell he was cold too; he was shivering. “Hold on, Boy.” I said and patted his fuzzy head. Neither of us could see in all the snow. I tripped on logs and branches that where sticking out of the ground. I felt really dumb. Trever was right next to me though; when I tripped he started to help me up. “Thanks, Trever.” I would say. “I wonder if we’re any where close to home.” I said and looked at my watch. “9:45 AM.” I said aloud and started to look towards the sky. No sun. No warmth. I felt no hope left.