Someone is missing

You bolt up, clutching at the phantom pain. After a seconds investigation, you calm down half a heart beat. You look around and see only Dana and Ally sleeping, Tasha and Priscilla must have woken up early.

You gingerly slide off the couch and scan the room. Sleeping bags, backpacks, emergency sat phone, food duffle, booze duffel, etc.

Everything seems accounted for.

You start about making some coffee in the old style coffee maker. It's a solid thing and you curiously note that the coffee can is already open. A spoon lies in the sink with some dry coffee grounds.

The hairs on the back of your neck tingle and stand on end.

You hear the door open.

You turn and see Priscilla groggily wave to you as she takes her snow clothing off. Seems there was a fresh snowing last night. She walks over to you and stops.

"Why isn't Tasha making the coffee?" She asks in a odd tone, as if afraid of an answer.

You scan the room again, there shouldn't be many places that a woman of her size could reliably aboid being seen. You both check the back deck. A swathe cuts through the shin height snow, trailing off into the woods in a straight line.

"Fuck this." Priscilla barks.

She turns and wakes up the other two.

"Wakey wakey bitches! We got a big problem!"

After a confused few moments and an explanation later, everyone is putting on winter clothes.

"I mean are we really just wandering off after her?" Dana asks before hurriedly adding "i mean, if we just called using the Sat Phone, a helicopter could be here in a few hours?"

"Yeah, I know, I hate it too" says Priscilla "but whatever shit is out there, Tasha took a walk without winter boots..." she points to the empty massive hiking boots that Tasha had worn yesterday, "she is alone in those woods, I ain't letting her go. Not while she's on my team." She managed to unpack some armaments that you were completely unaware of. She tosses Ally a small pistol, who then checks the safety, sights it out a window, and pockets it. Dana is handed a taser, which frightens her when she gives pulls the trigger.

You stare at the perfect cut line in the snow that trails off into the trees.