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Three hours into the trip, you find a rare set of rabbit tracks and follow them a solid thirty minutes back to a little hovel under a patch of moss. Heather surprises you with her survival abilities, which she explains she acquired on trips to the wilderness with her family growing up.

"Forgot I even knew how to find their tracks until we were out here. It's like talking to Jason. Sometimes I forgot how much I hate it until it's happening again."

"Let's figure out a way to get Bugs Bunny out of his hole, we could smoke him out—WHOA look over there," she says and crouches behind a tree.

You follow her motion and take a position behind a nearby thorny bushy, peering out in the direction she points. A pair of human legs jut from a large rock with the body hidden by the obstacle. The figure's feet are bare, and the legs are not moving.

Heather snaps her fingers, and you glance over. She mouths the words "go check it out." You gesture for her to join you, and she shakes her head "no" with vigorous snaps of her neck. You grit your teeth and shuffle forward, grab her hand, and yank her out from the cover of the rock. She punches your bicep, causing you to let her arm go, but she takes out her rifle and aims at the legs.

You raise the barrel of your AK-47 and prepare for the event that this figure lying down is hostile.