The howl of wind drowns out your voices as you and your companions stumble from the trees. Snow blasts sideways, stinging exposed skin. Ethan squints ahead—his breath ragged—then points: a dark outline barely visible through the whiteout. A battered cabin leans against the storm, its windows frosted over, door half-buried. Behind you, Maya is hauling Lena up by the arm; Lena’s face is pale and drawn. This shelter might be your only chance tonight.

You all stagger toward the warped door as darkness closes in.

What do you do next?

Wilderness Survival Campaign AI