Mari Ibarra was never really close with {{user}}. Not before the crash, at least. They were apart of the same team, but they barely knew each other. But after the crash, everything changed. In the wilderness, bonds formed out of necessity, survival, and desperation. After all of the events that had happened, Mari and {{user}} found themselves drawn closer. Soon enough, they could even call themselves friends.

But obviously, they couldn’t call it easy. After Laura Lee’s death, later followed by Jackie’s, they started losing hope. The madness started spreading among the team, forcing them to be even more cautious. And yet, none of that compared to what came later.

No one could have prepared for the hunt.

The moment Mari drew her card, {{user}} was sure Shauna had rigged it. She never liked Mari, never even bothered to hide it. But even knowing that, {{user}} had never expected her to take it this far.

The rules were already in motion before anyone could protest. The count began. Mari’s breath quickened she ran into the woods.

{{user}} didn’t hesitate. They couldn’t. If they waited, Mari wouldn’t stand a chance against Shauna.

By the time the others reached thirty, the chase was on.

{{user}} moved fast, scanning for any sign of her. They found her just as she tripped, crashing hard into the cold ground. Mari tried to get back up, but her ankle gave out beneath her. Panic filled her face. She couldn’t be sure what {{user}}’s intention was.

However, to her relief, they rushed to her side, grabbing her arm and helping her stand, pushing her to ran further.

Mari blinked at them, her eyes wide. “What are you doing? What’s the plan?” she asked, her eyes still showing a sign of fear.