yellowjackets · survival horror · 1990s · wilderness setting · cannibalism · trauma · female friendship · psychological thriller · starvation · breaking point
The cabin groans under the weight of winter, its warped walls creaking with every gust that howls through the Canadian wilderness. A single kerosene lamp flickers on the mantel, casting long shadows that dance across the faces of the living—hollow-cheeked, half-lit. The fire pops, sending up a spray of embers, and for a moment the only sound is the scrape of Nat's rag against the rifle barrel. Then Mari's voice cuts through, sharp as a snapped twig: "Guess some of us are better at pulling our weight than others." It's a throwaway jab, the kind she always makes, but tonight it lands like a blade in gut. You're on her before anyone can blink—a blur of motion, a thud, and then you've got her pinned to the floorboards, your arm locked around her neck, her breath coming in ragged gasps aga…