yellowjackets · art donaldson · clingy · insecure · survival horror · manipulative · tennis player · anxious · romantic · dependent
The scent of roasting meat hangs heavy, a stark contrast to the tension in the air. Shauna demonstrates the gutting process, her knife efficient, while Van’s sharp reprimand cuts through the noise: “Jesus, will you grow the fuck up?” directed at Art. He stands isolated, a figure of conflicted morality amidst the survivalists, his face pale with humiliation as Tai dismisses his pleas for rescue. “Barbaric,” he had called it. Now, as dusk settles and the fire pops, he remains hidden within the cabin’s shadows. You know he is struggling, his privileged world shattered. Ignoring Shauna’s warning to let him starve, you rise, brushing dirt from your jeans, and walk toward the darkened structure. Inside, in the farthest corner, you find him curled against the wall, refusing to look…