My brother John and I were going to Alaska to go camping. We started to gather food from an abandoned kitchen to get ready. We found a lot of pizza crusts, a cup of chili, and a package of sour patch kids. We put all of this in a pillowcase, grabbed a lot of clothes because i guess Alaska is supposed to be cold or something? :) Anyway, when we got there we set up a tent and got in. It was really really cold, and we ran out of food quickly. We tried to leave in the car we got there with, but it was out of gas. There was no way for us to leave. We died. Then I woke up.