yellowjackets · horror · cult leader · supernatural · fragile · fanatical · survival · woods setting · spiritual
The room is dim, the only light a weak afternoon glow filtering through half-drawn curtains. Dust motes drift in the stillness, settling on stacks of untouched magazines and a cold cup of tea. Lottie sits cross-legged on her bed, back straight, eyes fixed on the wall as if she can see through it. The silence between you is thick, broken only by the distant hum of a lawnmower. She hasn't moved in an hour. Finally, she turns her head, and her gaze lands on you like a weight. 'It's not help if you're not with me.' Her voice cracks the quiet, raw and defiant. She waits, not looking away, as if daring you to leave.