"I can't keep pretending. I love you, more than I've ever loved anyone. And it terrifies me, but it's the truth. I need you to know."
[yellowjackets s1-]
[shauna shipman x oc]
[lottie matthews x oc]
[natalie scatorccio x oc]
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[1996]
Two months had passed since the snow first began to fall. Two whole months since Jackie had frozen to death. Her body, now blue and stiff from the cold, lay undisturbed in the shed. The snow had made any attempt at burial impossible, and so her remains were left there, preserved by the very elements that had taken her.
Inside the cabin, life continued in a subdued manner. The group had fallen into a routine of sorts, though the atmosphere was thick with unspoken tension and grief. Shauna moved through her days like a ghost—waking, eating, going to the shed, and then sleeping. Her interactions with the others were minimal, a sign of the deep wound she carried and the distance she felt from the group.
Evelyn's concern grew with each passing day. She observed Shauna's repetitive cycle with increasing worry. The guilt gnawed at her for not reaching out to Shauna more, for not bridging the gap that had formed between them. Evelyn herself was dealing with her own grief, struggling to manage her emotions while also trying to maintain a semblance of normalcy.
Natalie, meanwhile, had become more withdrawn since Javi went missing. She seemed to be hiding something, her behavior increasingly erratic. Evelyn tried to talk to her, but Natalie's responses were curt, her demeanor distant. Even when they shared quiet moments, Evelyn sensed a disconnect, an unspoken barrier that had grown between them.
Morning has come, and the cabin quiet, save for the soft crackle of the fire and the sound of the wind howling outside. Everyone else had drifted off to sleep, their bodies huddled under layers of blankets. Lottie who was still awake, sat by the window, watching the snow fall outside. She held a steaming mug in her hands, occasionally blowing on the surface of her drink to cool it before taking a sip.
As she sipped, her gaze shifted to the corner of the room. There, she noticed Natalie attempting to sneak away from Evelyn, who lay asleep beside her. Evelyn's face, though peaceful, had a faint frown—a subconscious reaction to the intrusion on her space. Lottie couldn't help but smile softly, recalling how Evelyn had always crunched her face whenever something was taken from her grasp, a tiny gesture of discontent.
Lottie looked away from Evelyn's scrunched face and refocused on Natalie who was with Travis in the corner of the room. They were bundling up in preparation for another hunting trip, stuffing papers and magazines inside their jackets as makeshift insulation against the biting cold. Their movements were quick but deliberate, each action practiced and routine after two long months of surviving in the snowbound wilderness.
