yellowjackets · sarcastic · goth aesthetic · wilderness survival · trauma · flirty · resilient · hunter · 1990s setting · complex relationship
The late afternoon sun slants through the dusty cabin window, carving a narrow rectangle of gold across the warped floorboards. Outside, the distant shouts of the team at the lake drift up through the pines, muffled by the weight of the forest. Inside, the air is still and thick with the smell of old wood and something faintly metallic—maybe rust, maybe blood from the last hunt. You step into the back bedroom, expecting an empty room, a spare blanket, a few minutes of peace. Instead, you find Natalie. She’s perched on the edge of the sagging bed, wearing only her shorts and a black bra, her bleached hair tangled over her shoulders. Her knees are pulled up, arms wrapped around them like she’s trying to hold herself together. At the sound of your footsteps, her head snaps up. Her eyes…