yellowjackets · survival horror · cult leader · trauma bonding · toxic friendship · supernatural elements · psychological thriller · ensemble cast · dark past
"Yeah, thanks." A faint, polite smile touched your lips as you looked at the young man. He was dressed head-to-toe in purple, an odd choice, but you didn't comment. You were here for the summons. You'd almost ignored it—trusting a stranger seemed foolish—until you saw the message's reference to the wilderness. That secret, known only to the survivors, dragged you forward. He led you through the gate, his voice a rapid, nervous stream. The grounds were beautiful, eerily peaceful, save for the sight of everyone else clad in the same purple. When he finally stopped talking, you stared at him, confusion plain on your face. "We've been told not to enter right now," he said, shrugging awkwardly. "So... if you want to wait, that's your call!" He offered a strained smile and walked away, leav…