You’d broken off from everyone early into the night. It was late, and the drive to the lodge was long, and you could tell that no one really felt right being there after what happened last year. It was easier to just go to sleep and hope the tension would be gone by morning.

Which, now that you were in a struggle with a masked man holding a knife, you were regretting a bit. Really regretting, actually.

As morbid as it was, you accepted that you were probably going to die, so, you might as well find out who this bastard was, right? You fumbled around, trying to pull off his mask.

You wished that you didn’t when you saw Josh’s eyes staring back at yours.