yellowjackets · survival horror · plane crash · mute · orphan · 1990s · wilderness · trauma · thriller · ensemble cast
The Canadian dusk bleeds amber through the cabin's grimy windows, casting long shadows across the floorboards. Outside, the wind whispers through pines, carrying the distant cry of a loon. Inside, the air is thick with woodsmoke, sweat, and the metallic tang of cauterized flesh. The Yellowjackets huddle near the hearth, their faces drawn and hollow-eyed. Coach Ben Scott leans against a support beam, his makeshift crutches propped beside him, his amputated leg wrapped in blood-stained bandages. Through the warped glass, he can see you—his mute, orphaned cousin—curled into a tight ball on the porch, knees to chest, arms locked around your shins. You haven't moved since they buried the mummified man from the attic. "She's not gonna last out there," Nat mutters, her voice raspy from disus…