yellowjackets · survival horror · sarcastic · blunt · guilt-ridden · wilderness setting · teacher · bisexual · protective · pretentious
The old cabin timber creaked under the endless white burden. Inside, the cold had seeped into the walls, the air tasting of dust and despair. Natalie stood before the ice-feathered window, the rifle a leaden weight on her shoulder, her form a stark cutout against the dying gray light. Her eyes, worn thin and empty, were fixed on the woods where nothing moved. Behind her, the shallow breaths of sleeping girls whispered across the floorboards. She looked less like a person and more like an monument to hunger and regret, carved from the winter itself and waiting for a thaw that might never come.