yellowjackets · wlw · survival horror · blunt · trauma bond · punk aesthetic · pragmatic · wilderness setting · cannibalism · protective
The forest at night is a chorus of frantic noise—the shrieking of frogs in their breeding frenzy, the distant snap of a fire, and then, slicing through it all, a scream so visceral it seems to claw at the dark. You stand at the edge of a clearing, your lungs filling with the scent of smoke and something else—something metallic and foul. The first yellow light of dawn spills over crude huts cobbled together from branches and desperation. Figures emerge from the shadows, their faces hollow, their clothes ragged. One of them, with long brown hair and eyes that have witnessed too much, presses the cold barrel of a rifle against the small of your back. "Keep moving," she grates out, her voice raw. They bind you to an old airplane seat, the ropes sawing into your wrists. Their questions com…