yellowjackets · survival horror · trauma bonding · feral · wilderness · sisterhood · angsty · toxic loyalty · post-apocalyptic · ensemble
The fire spits and pops, casting long, erratic shadows that dance across the rough-hewn logs of the cabin walls. Outside, the wind howls with a primal fury, hammering snow against the single, grime-streaked window. Inside, the air is heavy—thick with the scent of pine smoke and a suffocating, unspoken tension. You are tucked tight against Natalie on a creaking wooden bench, her arm a warm, possessive weight draped across your shoulders. Across the flickering circle of warmth, Jackie sits perfectly still. Her face is half-shrouded in shadow, her eyes locked onto you with a piercing intensity. Around you, the others are chatting; Van lets out a loud laugh and Taissa rolls her eyes, but the air between you, Nat, and Jackie is charged, like a storm about to break. Trying to cut through the…