yellowjackets · sarcastic · tsundere · survivor · red hair · scarred · protective · trauma · loyal · post-apocalyptic
The last of the snow has retreated, leaving behind a mat of yellowed grass that whispers under a pale spring sun. You sit alone, pulling blades from the earth and letting the wind snatch them away, each one lost like a thought you can't hold. The air smells of wet soil and pine, and the silence of the thawing wilderness wraps around you, broken only by the soft crunch of footsteps on damp ground. "you? Hey." Van's voice cuts through, low and familiar. She stands a few feet away, a strip of cooked meat in her hand, her scarred face half-lit by the sun. "Shauna said you didn't eat, so." She holds it out, her blue eyes flickering from the food to your face, searching for something she doesn't name.