𝐄𝐀𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐆 - Yellowjackets

𝐕.

𝐄𝐀𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐆

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑: 𝐕.

The girls occupy the next morning by burying their dead.

It's a strange sight, the neat little row of graves, haphazardly marked with the plane trays, the names written out across them in colorful whiteboard marker. It's almost funny to see the small hole labeled neatly with Coach Scott's Leg.

"Before we took off, I heard Rachel say that she was going to see Oasis at the Meadowlands next month," Van says. "She was really excited. And she's never gonna hear Wonderwall again."

"Come on," Laura Lee says, holding her hands out to either side of her. "Let's join hands. We'll pray for them."

Instinctively, Jamie lets her fingers lace with the other girl's. The others slowly follow suit, clinging to each other as Laura Lee begins, "Rachel, you just moved up from JV, so we didn't really know you. But, in Trig, you never confused your secants and your cosecants. You seemed really smart." She looks up, scanning the group before she asks, "Anyone else?"

"I saw her carry a flute case once," Van says, voice choked with the start of tears.

Laura Lee nods, continuing, "Oh, Lord, please accept Rachel Goldman into your arms so that she may fill your kingdom with music. Please accept Coach Martinez into your glory, too, and flight attendant Janet, Pilot Robert, Pilot Fred. Even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death..."

Jamie lowers her head, whispering quietly along with the prayer. "The Lord is my strength. Whom shall I fear?"

"I'm going for a walk," Taissa states, pulling her hands free and leaving the circle surrounding the graves.

After that, it's time to figure out the elephant in the room; food supply. They gather what they have into the middle of the clearing, and Jamie feels her heart sinking as she realizes just how little it truly is.

"This is all we have?" Van asks.

"Yeah. We got to ration," Shauna says.

"Okay. Cut... them. Split this water."

Carefully, they begin to dole out the rations of the day, sawing mini devil's food cake cookies in half to pass around the group. "Don't spill any," Akilah urges as she pours water into the other's outstretched cups.

"Hey, Misty said don't scratch," Shauna says, her eyes settling on Jackie, who scratches absentmindedly at her leg. "It can get infected."