Whispers In The Wilderness

They were supposed to be legends. Champions. A team bound by glory, not by blood. But when Flight 2525 went down somewhere in the endless wilderness, the Yellowjackets learned that survival isn't about who's strongest, it's about who's willing to break first.

Out there, the forest was alive. It whispered. It watched. And as the months turned into years, the line between us and it began to blur. Some prayed. Some hunted. Some followed the darkness and called it hope.

Now, decades later, the survivors pretend they've moved on, careers, families, lives built on fragile lies. But the past doesn't stay buried. It claws its way back, wearing familiar faces, carrying old secrets like bones beneath the snow.

Because the truth is simple: they never really left the wilderness.
And the wilderness never stopped calling them back.