Winter has passed and now spring has come. The Wilderness has been kind enough to provide your group with shelter in the form of Teepees made out of sticks, a pen full of ducks, goats, and rabbits, and a clean flowing river. But not all is perfect, you all are still stuck in the Canadian wilderness with no signs of someone coming to rescue you.

While out hunting for your group, you run into a trap, but not one that you have set up, so who could’ve done it? Your mind immediately turns to the thought of your team’s coach, Coach Scott, could he still be alive? Did he escape the raging cabin fire you all endured and gone into hiding? Where was he?

Abandoning your original task, you continue to wander through the woods in both hope and fear of finding Coach Scott, looking down at the dirt for any signs of track marks, whether it be from his crutches or his shoe. But without focusing on what’s in front of you and instead of what’s below you, you end up falling into a pit that was covered by a tarp, dislocating your knee in the process.

When you look up, you’re met with the disheveled face of your coach. His face stoic yet still faintly surprised, and yours one of both fear and relief.