George was walking through the woods when he heard something crashing through the brush to the North in his general direction. He took out his gun, but waited to point it at the thing. He hid behind a nearby rock and looked out towards the sound. A few seconds later he saw a guy rush into the small clearing. He looked around frantically before taking off East. George, now curious started following the man, albeit at a much slower pace. He followed him for about ten minutes before the man stopped, out of breath. He stumbled to the ground, exhaustion shown clearly on his face. George, letting his curiosity get the better of him, put his gun down, and slowly moved into the man’s field of vision. It took the man several seconds to notice George standing about a yard away from him. The man instantly got to his feet, getting ready to bolt. George quickly put his hands up to show he meant the man no harm. “It’s ok, I’m not here to hurt you,” soothed George, “I saw you a few minutes ago, and was wondering why you seemed so scared.” The man didn’t run, but still was tensed, ready to move at a moments notice. George, seeing this decided to take a step closer to the man while telling him calmly, “My name is George, can you tell me your name?” The man squinted his eyes at George. “I’m not telling you anything,” the man remarked. “Ok, you don’t have to tell me your name” George assured, “I’ll call you…” George looked around for something to call him. He heard a woodpecker off in the distance. “Wood. I’ll call you Wood.” Wood didn’t say anything, so George took that as confirmation that he was fine with the name. “So Wood, how did you get out here? And why were you so scared? This is a pretty far way from civilization.” Wood still refused to answer, opting looking at his surroundings. George decided to keep on talking in hopes of getting information about, well anything. “I come out here every Saturday and hunt for the day. I know these woods better than anyone. Do you hunt? I own a little cabin about a half an hour walk from here where I keep my equipment. Do you want to go there? I have some extra clothes there too, so you don’t keep getting cuts from the forest,” he said, looking at Wood, who was covered in small cuts, and who was only wearing a ratty t-shirt and jeans. Wood looked at him. “Fine,” Wood agreed, “but I swear if you trick me…” “I know, I know, you’ll hurt me with your secret weapon,” George sarcastically remarked. Wood glared at him. George went over to where he set down his gun and picked it up, then started heading West towards his cabin, Wood following behind. They traveled for about ten minutes until George looked behind him. “Hey Wood, I haven’t eaten since this morning and,” he looked up, ‘it seems to be around one. I’m going to stop and eat. Do you want some?” Wood looked at him suspiciously and asked, “How should I know you didn’t poison it?” George sighed. “Well, you can’t Wood. But I’ll make a deal with you. As long as you trust me, I’ll trust you. You haven’t really given me a good reason to trust you. I don’t know anything about you.” Wood considered it. “Fine. Can I have some food?” Wood asked, still a little reluctant. George smiled. “Of course you can. So, will you tell me your name, or do I keep calling you Wood?” “Wood is fine.” George took his rucksack off his back and opened one of the zipper. He pulled out a plastic water bottle, two sandwich’s, and two apples. “Thank god I overpack so I still have some stuff left for dinner,” he said pulling his water bottle out of the side of the sack. They ate in silence, taking in the environment. “So, what were you doing out here in the woods, Wood?” George asked trying to make conversation after he finished his food. “Don’t worry about it,” Wood grumbled. “Well now I have to worry about it,” George retorted, “What happened to trusting each other?” “It’s not important,” Wood blurted out. George rolled his eyes, going along with it. “Once we get to the cabin, I have a phone you can use to call someone. That is if you actually remember anyone’s number,” George jabbed.”I remember someone’s number,” Wood confirmed. George knew that trying to figure out who it was by now would just be a waste of time. George stood up and put his garbage into the rucksack, then flung it back unto his shoulders. He kept heading West, not looking back to see if Wood was following him. They made it to the cabin in good time since they didn’t stop once. George made his way up to the gravel driveway and unto the deck. George put his hand into his pocket and pulled out his keys. He went up to the door and unlocked it. “Since no one ever comes up here, I only use one lock,” George explained, glancing back. He opened the door and walked inside. Wood followed, much slower, after him. Wood looked around, confusion crossing his face for a moment. “I know, it seems too furnished for a place to keep equipment,” George started, “but it’s because when it’s real cold I still come out here, even if it’s snowing. Once or twice I got caught in blizzards, so I decided to bring some stuff up here just in case.” Wood, being appeased with that answer looked around for the phone. George went over to a small table near what was the makeshift kitchen and grabbed the phone. “Here you go,” he said, handing the phone to Wood. “Can I take the call outside?” Wood hesitantly asked. “Sure,” George responded, settling into one of the chairs near the fire. Wood, while dialing a number, made his way outside. After a few minutes Wood came back inside and thanked George. He sat in the chair opposite of George and looked around the cabin again. George announced, “I’ve got cards if you want to play any games. I’ve wanted to play bluff for a while now, but I never have anyone to play with.” Wood looked at George, “Sure, but you’ll have to teach me what bluff is.” George smiled, “Why, only the best game ever.” He got up and walked into the bedroom, returning a moment later with a deck of cards. He sat down and started teaching Wood the game. They played for about an hour before they heard a car on the driveway. George sighed, “Well it looks like your ride is here. Make sure not to get lost in the woods again, Wood.” Wood let out a small chuckle before making his way out the door. As the door closed, George stared at the wall ahead of him, and he let out a sigh.