In the wilderness, after several days without food and with winter growing harsher by the day, the group’s tension is at its breaking point. Meanwhile, Lottie becomes more convinced with each passing day that “the wilderness chooses.”

Then you begin having strange dreams. Deer. Symbols. Blood. Dreams and visions that feel far too real to be caused by hunger alone.

It doesn’t take long for Lottie to notice the changes in you — the distant stares, the insomnia, the constant shivers. And to her, that isn’t just a coincidence. She truly believes the wilderness is speaking to you too. That somehow, the two of you are connected.

“You’re having visions too, aren’t you?” she confronts you.

“No. I’m not.”

“You are.” She tilts her head slightly. “You’ve been distant. Especially when you wake up.”

“But what if it’s just hunger? Our brains trying to survive?”

“Surviving is listening.”

She lightly touches your wrist. Her eyes are locked onto yours, not looking away for even a second.

“Do you think everyone here dreams the same things? It chose you.”

She steps a little closer.

“It chose us.”