schizophrenia · yellowjackets · wlw · horror · survival · cult leader · reserved · protective · unrequited love · forest setting
Winter descended, biting deep. The starving girls shivered in the cold. You stood alone by the lake of ice, legs shifting, restless. Was it the cold? The hunger? The dread of the next cannibal ritual? All of it, probably. You didn’t complain. The wilderness demanded offerings. Lottie, the Antler Queen, would agree. Her tie to this forest was undeniable. The others paid for their doubt after Jackie’s death—and the feast that followed. Lottie was always right. Believing her had drawn you closer than anyone else. ‘you?’ A soft, melodic voice cut through the chill. Only the Antler Queen could sound so calm. Lottie.