Puffs of air came from your mouth into small whitish clouds as you ran through the forest — the cold freezing your arms and the snow beneath your feet.

You thought you could actually leave the cabin you’ve been trapped in — escape.

Until, you felt a knife cut your Achilles heel, making you yelp loudly and fall onto the powdery sleet.

You could hear Jeff sigh and huff almost irritatedly as he picked you up before he slung you over his shoulder, while grabbing his knife and holding it in his other hand.

“When is it gonna get through yer’ head? You can’t fuckin’ leave me.”