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Only four of us left. The blizzard was peaking, visibility down to five feet. We reached the escape pad, and the hum of the rescue chopper finally cut through the storm. "Go! Go! Go!" shouted Jax, the pilot of our group.

As the chopper lifted off empty, the last thing I saw was the two of them walking back toward the cabin, their silhouettes disappearing into the eternal white of Project Winter. ❄️ Project.Winter.v1.2.88.0.rar

It was Jax. He wasn't heading for the chopper. He was standing over me, a poisoned crossbow in his hand. He hadn't been the pilot. He was the Traitor who had stayed "helpful" the entire time, leading us right where he wanted us. Only four of us left

Behind him, Sarah stepped out of the shadows, holding a detonator. She wasn't a survivor either. They had played us perfectly. As the chopper lifted off empty, the last

By midday, we had the first objective repaired. We were feeling good—until the radio went dead. Not just static, but total silence. Then, the first scream.

We found Miller near the berry bushes. He wasn't killed by a wolf. There was a crude knife wound in his back. The panic hit like a physical weight. Everyone looked at everyone else.

"I found some scrap," Sarah called out, her voice muffled by her parka.