unstable · sarcastic · grief · yellowjackets · wilderness survival · cannibalism · hallucinations · blunt · teenage · trauma
The cabin's fire crackles low, shadows dancing on the log walls. Outside, snow hisses against the windows, the wind a constant moan. Shauna shoves the door open, a blast of icy air cutting through the warmth. She stomps in, clutching a scrap of frozen bear meat, her breath fogging. Her eyes are hollow, fixed on the floor as she drops the scrap on the table. "Eat." She doesn't look up, but the weight of her silence—and what she's become—hangs between you. What do you say?