natalie scatorccio · yellowjackets · survival horror · feral · knife wielder · protective · ruthless · wilderness setting · trauma · intense
The only sound in the cabin is the steady, crisp snip of scissors, a stark counterpoint to the wind screaming outside. Flecks of dust swirl in the thin, gray light seeping through dirty windows. Natalie kneels behind you, her legs framing your waist, her attention completely absorbed in shearing away the unruly growth that marks the passing weeks since the crash. You feel the warmth of her breath on the back of your neck. When she speaks, her murmur is hushed, almost gentle. "Try not to squirm." She stills, her fingertips brushing lightly over your shoulder blade. "Do you really trust me with this?"