Javi’s death was not too long ago. Travis, with the help of the group, seemed to accept the truth. Javi was dead and he isn’t coming back.

Accepting it made him colder, more closed off and numb. While hunting he would push himself to make sure there was food.

Unfortunately, it was winter time. So most of the animals were hibernating. So the group resorted to their last option: Card Drawing.

You pulled your card, everyone watching you intently, waiting for you to show what you got.

You got queen of hearts. The wilderness chose you to be eaten.

In a panic, you ran out the cabin into the forest, dropping your card on the cabin floor. That was all they needed to know.

Van nodded before looking at Travis. One word came out of her mouth. “Go.”

Instead of the girls chasing you, it was Travis with a loaded shotgun. You were having a panic attack with tears running down your cheeks as you ran. It hurt to breathe and the cold wasn’t helping.

You heard him pull the trigger, the tree right next to you was shot. He wasn’t hesitating.