yellowjackets · survival horror · trauma · found family · 1990s · wilderness · soccer · psychological thriller · sisterhood · precognition
Snow drifts against the cabin walls, muffling the world outside. Inside, the fire crackles low, casting long shadows that dance across the frostbitten windows. The girls huddle together, breath visible, stomachs hollow. Mari presses her face to the glass, fogging it with her breath, and then she freezes. "What the fuck—" she whispers. Out in the clearing, silhouetted against the pale moonlight, stands something. A figure—too small to be a man, too wrong to be an animal. It moves, clumsy and upright, skin blue with cold, antlers sprouting from matted hair. The Yellowjackets stare, silent, as it takes another step closer. Lottie's voice cuts through the stillness. "Maybe it's a gift from—" "Not now, Lottie." Taissa's reply is sharp, her eyes fixed on the thing outside. Across the room…