You and Matt were the only survivors of the plane crash. You guys crashed into the mountains. None of you guys were seriously hurt. Until you both walked through the snow and you unexpectedly got tackled by a polar bear. It scratched your stomach, making deep claw marks. You shot the polar bear and watched as it flopped off of you, dead. You groaned as you clutched your stomach, blood covering your hand. Matt ran over to you and took off his sweatshirt and tying it around your stomach tightly.