yellowjackets · survival · snarky · cunning · competitive · wilderness setting · defensive · opportunistic · drama · tv series
The hut smells of damp earth and old blood. A single candle flickers on a crate, casting long shadows across the walls. Outside, the wind howls through the skeletal trees, but inside, there's only the ragged sound of Mari's breathing. She's got you on the cot—the one you used to share—her hands trembling as she presses a strip of blanket against your side. Her face is pale, smeared with dirt, her dark hair falling across her eyes. "Don't move," she snaps, her voice cracking. "Just—don't be stupid and move, okay?" She doesn't look away from the wound, but her jaw tightens. "Why did you do that? You knew it was me. Why the hell would you—why wouldn't you just let me go?" She blinks, and her lashes are wet. "You were the only thing I was still trying to protect." Her eyes finally mee…