#cabin plot

Scott was drenched to the bone. A flash of lightning lit the room and thunder cracked outside. They finally had shelter and a roaring fire and right now, he was inclined to throw someone in it. “Will you SHUT UP?!”. His voice boomed in the cramped room. He jabbed a burning log with the fire poker, sending a brief roar of heat up and burning hot cinders into the air. “Goddamnit-” he slapped one that drifted onto his neck. Abruptly he whirled around, burning red poker still in hand. “You’ve done nothing but whine and moan for the whole trip. You all chose to come out here. I didn’t make you do anything. And I would have been a HELL of a lot happier on my own!”