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.
Behind him, Sarah stepped out of the shadows, holding a detonator. She wasn't a survivor either. They had played us perfectly.
: This specific build included various balancing tweaks to survivor roles and bug fixes for the "Truth Seeker" ability.
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.
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