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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.

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. Project.Winter.v1.2.88.0.rar

The morning started with frantic productivity. I headed to the mines with Elias and Sarah. We needed ore to fix the power station. The rhythmic clink-clink of our pickaxes was the only sound besides the wind. We found Miller near the berry bushes

Elias backed away, hands raised. "I was gathering wood! Check my inventory, I don't even have a weapon!" The panic hit like a physical weight

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

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.