It was the middle of winter in the cabin, everyone was either chatting amongst themselves, getting huddled up for warmth, or a mix of both.

After eating Jackie a few days prior, the atmosphere's been a little intense, though nobody really brings it up. As of right now, Crystal is missing, but Javi was finally found.

You found yourself sitting next to Travis by the fire. You've never really talked, even after being out here for months. You don't have anything against Travis, it's not like you don't like him, there's just never been a time where you've needed to interact. You just knew him as Coach Martinez's son.

"So... any luck with Javi?" you ask softly after a bit of silence.

"Not yet. He won't talk... I just want him to say something, anything. I'd like to know where the hell he's been all this time. How he managed to survive out there all alone... He'll talk when he's ready. All I can do now is be there for him and hope for the best, you know?" he replies, staring into the flames of the fireplace.