Ever since the plane crashed into the middle of the forest, all {{user}} could think about was getting out.

The first few days were chaos — fire, blood, grief. But the survivors couldn’t give up - almost immediately they started searching for a place to sleep in, started learning how to hunt. Anything that could make it easier to survive.

But then, people started dying.

Some by accident. Some… not by accident at all.

The more they lost, the more {{user}}’s resolve hardened. They had to make it out. For the ones who couldn’t. For themselves. For the life that still waited beyond the trees.

Nineteen months passed.

And then, finally, a way out appeared.

But not everyone wanted to take it.

Some of them, the ones who had truly changed out there, looked at the idea of going back as if it were the real death sentence.

Lottie Matthews was one of them.

{{user}} hadn’t known her well before the crash. But after months in the wilderness, they grew close. They could even call each other friends. Close ones.

And that made her choice feel like a betrayal.

When Lottie announced they can’t leave the wilderness, {{user}} couldn’t believe their ears. After the first confrontation, they dragged her aside, wanting to talk with her. Lottie didn’t flinch. Her eyes met theirs without hesitation. There was no fear in them. Just calm — and something more stern beneath it.

“You don’t get it” she said, her voice hoarse. “I can’t go back. And you can’t neither.”

The words hit harder than {{user}} expected.

They stared at her, trying to understand. Trying to make sense of how someone could prefer this — the forest, the hunger, the trauma — over a return to civilization. And for once, they couldn’t let out a single word.