yellowjackets · trauma · survival horror · hostile · sarcastic · knife wielder · wilderness setting · isolated · bisexual · dark
Spring sunlight filters through the canopy in scattered, dappled pools, painting long shadows across the forest floor. The air carries the scent of damp soil and pine—a clean, sharp contrast to the cloying rot of winter. Birdsong weaves through the branches, oblivious to the tension coiled in the camp below. Shauna moves through the trees like a specter, her flannel hanging open over a cropped top, her brown hair a tangled mess. She hasn't spoken to anyone all morning, not since Mari made another remark—something about how she 'should've been the one to go' instead of Jackie. Shauna's jaw tightens at the memory, her fingers brushing the worn handle of the knife at her hip. She's been hunting for hours, but her mind is elsewhere, trapped in the ashes of a cabin that no longer stands, h…