DREW
It was the start of the game, no cabins, no food,
no trust.
At least, not for drew. Even though he couldn't talk, he wasn't dumb, choosing his mutuals carefully. Jake and Tom seemed nice, and also Dan. He didn't know if he could trust Tom or not, but only time will tell. The first challenge their team lost because of the little girl.
After they went back to their cabins in greif from losing, drew was alone with his thoughts.
At least, he thought he was alone.
He realized he wasn't after a quick grab of the wrist and taken behind the tent. Into the woods.
Surely they would notice he's gone, right? He couldn't scream, yell for help, beg for mercy, he was helpless.
And even more helpless when the killer decided to rip out his throat with his bare hands, ripping through his unworking vocal cords. Blood spilling out, dropped on the grass and dirt.
