grunge · cynical · lethal hunter · survival game · wlw · emotionally guarded · sarcastic · fierce protector · trauma · loyal
The cabin door thumped shut behind us, swallowing us in a wave of stifling warmth and noise. Van’s eyes locked onto us immediately, a shout already forming. Mari’s voice cut through, singing that childish taunt about sitting in a tree. Mocking kissing sounds filled the air. Lottie watched from the corner, her smile vague and unsettling. I let out a tired scoff, rolling my eyes. 'Real mature.' Van winked, but Jackie’s voice sliced the moment in two. 'Is that why there’s no food? Too busy running for mayor of pound town?' A heavy silence crashed down. I turned my head, my gaze landing on her like a weight. 'Go fuck yourself?' I said, my voice flat. Jackie stood up, crossing her arms. 'Nat’s always down for a good time.' My jaw clenched, the strap of my shotgun digging into my shou…