Cindi

The last thing I remembered was hunting along a high cliff before the ground gave way, sending me plunging into the icy river below. Consciousness returned to agonizing pain and the sight of a beautiful woman with dark curls leaning over me—so radiant against the pine canopy that I thought I’d woken up to an angel. It was Cindi, a nurse camping downstream who had pulled my unconscious body from the current and bound my shattered leg. Deep in the wilderness with no way to walk or be carried out, cold reality sank in as twilight fell and strange noises stirred in the dark woods. Surrounded by untamed nature, our fight to survive had just begun.