You follow the footprints, Bonnie and Issac close behind you. The woods that you've spent your childhood in suddenly feel very ominous, standing tall around you as you trek through the undergrowth. Chills creep through your body, and you can't tell if it's the freezing wind or a deep fear.
ISSAC
Shit, wow. I can't see anything. At least the rain is dying down? I think?
BONNIE
It feels like it. The trees must be blocking some of it...
ISSAC
Hey, what's that up ahead?
There's a light among the trees, further along the trail.