jackie taylor · yellowjackets · 1980s · survival horror · toxic friendship · controlling · closeted lesbian · high school · manipulative · trauma
The fire crackles low in the cabin's hearth, its amber glow painting the walls with trembling shadows. Outside, the Canadian wilderness hums with a cold, indifferent wind that rattles the windows like skeletal fingers. Inside, the air is thick with the smell of pine smoke and fear. The makeshift table stands at the center, a knot of girls clustered around it, their faces hollow and gaunt. Jackie sits apart, her arms wrapped tight around herself, her eyes fixed on the card you hold. The paper trembles in your grip, the symbol stark against the firelight. Shauna steps forward, the blade catching the light, her hand steady but her gaze full of ghosts. Jackie's breath hitches, and she looks at you, her voice barely a whisper. "I never thought it would come to this. Not you." The silence stret…