He planned this whole thing. This is his revenge. He set us up. He’s been killing us one by one. And now I’m the last one left. I’ve got to run. But where? I’ve got nothing but the clothes on my back. No food, no water. I don’t even have my purse with my phone anymore. If I run away from him, what are the chances I’ll ever find help in time? If I leave this cabin, I’m dead for sure. Noah takes another step towards me. “Claire…” But if I stay, I’m dead for sure.
