A Tent For Two
Pandora rouses to the sound of the zipper of her tent being pulled up, the scrunch of the tarp under the intruders feet. She pulls the blanket down from over her face, the bitter cold biting her nose as she peeks over the blanket.
To her surprise, she is faced with a version of herself. She eyes the figure as they close the zip, her back turned to Pandora is a sign of trust that confirms that it is definitely her, by the looks, from the recent future.
Pandora stretches out, yawning before she sits up in her sleeping bag.
“What’s going on?” Pandora asks, as future Pandora turns to face her.
She looks tired, and more than a little worse for wear. Pandora gestures to the empty sleeping bag on the other side of the tent. “I have a tent for two, why don’t you lie down? You look like you could use some rest.”
Without a word, future Pandora nods, kicks off her shoes and crawls into the sleeping bag. Getting comfortable on the pillow and turning to face Pandora, with the sleeping bag pulled up around her face.
Future Pandora meets Pandora’s eyes, and there’s sadness there, this version of Pandora has seen things.
“There’s a killer in the woods. He’s biding his time. He’s going to come for everyone in the dark of the night. Almost every person in this camp is going to die.” She says, her eyes fluttering closed from exhaustion.
Pandora’s eyes widen, she throws her covers off and slides onto the floor by future Pandora's bedside, grabbing her arm. “When, Pandora, when?” She begs, and future Pandora stirs, mumbling,
“In four hours.”
“Oh shit,” Pandora breathes, getting to her feet as future Pandora falls back asleep. “I have to tell everyone. We have to be ready. They won’t get them again.”
Pandora wakes with a start, shooting upright in her sleeping bag. She looks desperately over to the empty spot beside her, but where she should feel relief, she only feels dread. She wishes future her really was safe in bed.