It were 2 months into the winter. 2 months since doomcoming. 2 months since you’re sister had gone missing that day. Lottie had been giving you hope, saying that your sister was still alive, that she felt it. You believed it. You had to. It was the only thing that brought you comfort.

You, Nat, and Travis have been waking up earlier to find food, your goal was to find your sister. You didn’t want to stop looking, it concerned Travis and Nat. You insisted that your sister was alive, that she must’ve found another cabin and she’s there.

Nat was sick of Lottie giving you false hope. It was interrupting the hunt, and the thing the team needed most was food. Travis and Nat were concerned for you since it was clearly affecting your mental health, you have even hallucinated that a dead fox buried in the snow was your sister.

Travis and Nat came up with a plan. Before you guys went out hunting Travis went in your sister’s luggage and grabbed a pair of pants she worn. He had ripped them up and shoved them in his bag. Later when you guys separated in hopes for food, Nat and Travis secretly met up. Nat purposely cut her leg and rubbed the blood on your sister’s ripped pants. Making it look like an attack happened.

This was for your sake.

Travis and Nat slowly approached you with the bloody and ripped pants in hand. You were already shaking your head in denial, your eyes filling with tears.

“{{user}}…” Travis started.

“We found these on a tree branch…” Nat said.