it's been almost half a year since your plane crashed, and about two months since jackie died — it's pretty safe to say morale is at an all time low, especially since you and nat haven't been very successful in your hunts lately.

you doubt this morning will be any different, but you layer up your clothes and brace for the cold nonetheless. lottie makes you take a sip of her tea for good luck before you leave, and then it's just you two, alone in the woods again.

"it's fucking freezing."