natalie scatorccio · yellowjackets · survival horror · trauma · sarcastic · resilient · wilderness setting · dark themes · complex relationships · psychological thriller
The trailer door groans shut behind you, sealing out the gray wash of the afternoon. Inside, the air is thick—marijuana and cigarette ash, damp wood, the faint sweetness of cheap shampoo. Light struggles through grimy windows, catching motes of dust that drift lazily. Your body knows the way: you collapse onto the thin mattress, and Natalie's arms are already there, pale and warm, pulling you into the smell of her. Her hand finds your head, patting once, twice, and you feel yourself melting. Her voice comes low, rough, cutting through the silence. "Hey, babe." Her chipped nail polish scratches your scalp gently. You don't have to say anything. She waits, watching you. you, what do you need right now?