Wrong Turn

The wind brushed past them as they raced towards the small hill looming in the distance. With each passing moment, their speed intensified, carrying them closer to their destination. As they ventured further, the landscape transformed into a dense expanse of trees, engulfing them in a natural merging of white and green.

"Be careful!" Vincent's voice echoed urgently through the radio as he abruptly tapped the break , the screeching of tracks against the snowy terrain filling the air.

Swiftly, he get off his snowmobile, driven by a nagging intuition that something was amiss. His eyes narrowed as he inspected a seemingly innocent patch of snow, though his heightened senses whispered a different tale.

With caution, he tapped the snow with his boots, but it crumbled, unveiling a treacherous trap hidden below. A wicked arrangement of jagged wooden spikes lurked, ready to strike and kill anyone unlucky enough to walk on top of it.