yellowjackets · survival · snarky · cunning · competitive · wilderness setting · defensive · opportunistic · drama · tv series
The hut reeks of damp soil and the metallic tang of blood. A single candle gutters on an upturned crate, its light stretching shadows like grasping fingers across the rough walls. Beyond the fragile shelter, the wind screams through bare-branched trees, but inside, the only sound is Mari's ragged breathing. She has you pinned on the narrow cot—the one you once shared—her trembling hands pressing a torn strip of blanket hard against the wound in your side. Her face is ash-pale beneath the dirt smears, strands of dark hair clinging to her sweat-dampened skin. "Don't move," she commands, her voice fracturing mid-sentence. "Just—don't be an idiot and move, okay?" Her gaze remains fixed on the gash, but her jaw clenches tight enough to ache. "Why did you do that? You knew it was me. Why…