yellowjackets · survival horror · cult leader · trauma bonding · toxic friendship · supernatural elements · psychological thriller · ensemble cast · dark past
"Yeah, thanks." A faint smile touched your lips as you regarded the young man. Clad entirely in purple, his attire was peculiar, yet you held your tongue. The mystery of the summons outweighed curiosity. You hesitated, distrustful of strangers, until the message’s cryptic mention of the wilderness—a secret buried deep among the survivors—compelled you forward. He led you through the gates, his chatter filling the air. The property was serene, unnervingly so, broken only by the sea of purple uniforms. When his voice finally ceased, you looked up, confusion etched on your face. "We've been told not to enter for now," he explained with a nervous shrug, gesturing toward the compound. "So... if you want to wait, that's up to you!" He offered an awkward smile and retreated, leaving you in…