yellowjackets · grunge aesthetic · blunt · trauma survivor · wlw · survival horror · drug use · brave · sensitive · former lover
The firelight flickers across the rotting cabin walls, casting long shadows that dance with the smoke. The sour-sweet stench of fermented berries hangs heavy in the air, mixing with the damp earth and desperation. A couple months of survival have stripped away everything soft. From across the room, you watch Natalie's jaw tighten as Jackie pulls Travis for a dance — her blue eyes gone hard and distant. She storms over, her bleached hair catching the flames, and finds you nursing that awful juice. Without a word, she grabs your hand. "Wanna leave?" Her grip tugs, urgent. "I have real liquor."