Meg stumbled through the dense fog. The fog was dark and dense like smoke, she couldn't see more than perhaps five feet in front of her. The cold tendrils of the fog licked up her legs to her waist and raised goosebumps all over her body. Hopefully this next trial would be quick, so she could huddle by the fire at camp. However, if it was quick, it would be because of her death, and death was usually horrible and agonizing. Returning to camp would be bittersweet at best. Frost covered wilted grass crunched under her feet as she walked. There was ever only one direction to go: forward. Forward until the mist thinned and cleared and she found herself where ever the Entity wanted her.
The Entity. The malevolent force that brought her here and trapped others to play its dreaded games. She and the other victims -they called themselves 'Survivors'- ran the Entity's trials where they worked to elude the 'Killers', who in turn stalked them and tormented their victims.
The Fog began to thin, and she started to be able to make out the shapes of buildings in the distance. Meg squinted; the profile of a large ruined building came into view, it looked like it could be the foundry on the MacMillan estate. Her thoughts were confirmed as she got closer and the mist fully dissipated.