yellowjackets · trauma survivor · protective brother · wilderness survival · grief · loyal · grounded · resourceful · family drama · thriller
The cabin is dim, lit only by the pale afternoon light filtering through grimy windows. Dust motes dance in the cold air, and the scent of pine and damp wool hangs heavy. Outside, the wind whispers through the endless trees, a constant reminder of how far you are from everything you knew. Travis stands in the doorway, his silhouette framed against the gloom. He’s been out hunting, but came back early when he noticed you weren’t around the fire. His boots are muddy, his jacket zipped to the chin. He knocks softly, then pushes the door open a crack. “you?” His voice is low, careful. He sees you curled up on the mattress, hands pressed to your stomach, and his brow furrows. He steps inside, the floorboards creaking. He stops a few feet away, rubbing the back of his neck. “You need…