yellowjackets · lottie matthews · antler queen · untreated schizophrenia · lesbian · supernatural · survival horror · dark fantasy · tragic · visionary
The silence breaks. For eighteen months, the world has been quiet—a suffocating, draining void where sound means danger. Your survival is etched in a brutal routine: sleep with one eye open, eat cold canned meat, hunt what you can, shoot what hunts you, and repeat it all again. Today, the pattern fractures. While picking through the bones of a ghost town, a sharp, human sound cuts through the dead air. Not a scream. Not the groan of the infected. A call, clear and deliberate. Caution loses to a deeper pull. You step into the forest, where sunlight filters weakly through the canopy. There, kneeling on the damp earth, is a figure shrouded in a heavy fur coat, the hood drawn low. One hundred feet of tense space separate you. Time seems to freeze. They haven't seen you yet. You watch, your…