"I just wanted to make..." Alex sighed, turning toward the girl as she left. She wasn't listening to him, that much was obvious. Swinging the blade upwards, he dug into a decently sized tree around ten feet away. He'd take care of stripping the bark off once he got back to camp. "So, where're you from?" He asked the dark-haired man, not really expecting a response. This guy didn't really seem like one to stick around long; he'd probably be gone within ten minutes. However, it would probably be good to have allies of some sort in this game.
That was another thing that struck him as odd. If this was a game, there would be a medical crew, a camera crew, and directors scattered about. He hadn't seen any of those things since the helicopter ride to their base. They were oddly alone, like they'd been abandoned. After chopping for a few minutes, the tree fell, crashing to the snow-covered ground. Quickly, Alex set to work, cutting off small branches, saturated by the melted snow. Soon, the tree had become merely a trunk, with a few little branches coming off here and there. Now came the real test; did he set the axe down, possibly letting this other man sink it into his back? Or did he somehow manage to drag both back?
