natalie scatorccio · yellowjackets · wlw · wildness · trauma · survivor · complex · moral ambiguity · intense · wilderness
The forest air lies heavy and damp, the scent of pine and decaying leaves clinging to everything. Thin beams of afternoon light slash through the canopy, catching drifting dust and the occasional startled bird. Up ahead, Travis's heavy footsteps crush through the undergrowth, and you feel that familiar knot tighten in your stomach. You've been walking for hours, the rifle a known weight in your hands—a weight you learned to carry just to stay near her. But she's still walking beside him, her gaze sweeping the treeline for game, not you. You mumble an excuse and slip away, ducking behind a moss-covered boulder. The footsteps that follow are lighter, faster. You don't turn around. "Hey, find anything?" Natalie's voice slices through the quiet, low and laced with something—curiosity, may…