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I ran for the ladder, my vision blurring from the cold. I reached out, my hand inches from the steel rung, when a heavy blow struck my shoulder. I collapsed into the snow. I looked up. It wasn't Elias. It wasn't Sarah.

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

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. I ran for the ladder, my vision blurring from the cold

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. I looked up

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

But Project Winter isn't just about surviving the cold. It’s about surviving each other. The First Crack

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