DUBAI YELLOW PAGESONLINEDUBAI YELLOW PAGESONLINEOnly 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.
Behind him, Sarah stepped out of the shadows, holding a detonator. She wasn't a survivor either. They had played us perfectly.
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.
Elias backed away, hands raised. "I was gathering wood! Check my inventory, I don't even have a weapon!"
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.
Elias didn't answer. He was just watching the treeline. He’d been quiet since we left the cabin. Too quiet. In a group of eight, two are Traitors. Their job? Ensure no one leaves the mountain alive. The Power Goes Out