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. Project.Winter.v1.2.88.0.rar
We didn't check. In the mountains, suspicion is a death sentence. We chased him into the whiteout. He vanished into the fog, shouting his innocence until the wind drowned him out. The Final Betrayal Elias backed away, hands raised