Winter hadn’t been easy.

Game was insanely scarce, and Travis wasn’t even trying to help you and Natalie hunt. He was out looking for Javi.

The snow had picked up a lot, and you were closer to the crash sight than the cabin, so you decided to wait out the storm there.

“I don’t know what to do, {{user}}…” Nat murmurs, setting her gun aside and resting up against one of the metal walls of the plane.