Yellowjackets S02 | M4b

We drew cards. Not for chores. Not for the hunting party. For the hunt itself. The queen of hearts. Lottie’s idea. Taissa fought it. Van looked away. But when the card turned—the queen with her one-eyed stare—no one screamed.

It was Coach Ben who heard the buzzing.

[Sound effect: A sharp, wet slice of a knife. A gasp.] yellowjackets s02 m4b

We never found an attic. Not in the cabin. Not in ourselves. But we found the pit that night. A shallow grave of frozen leaves and broken antlers. And inside… We drew cards

It started with the bear meat. Van had smoked it, jerky stringy as sinew. We ate. We always ate. But then the dreams came. Not nightmares. Something worse. A feeling of being watched from inside the walls. Misty, of course, kept her logbook. She noted who twitched first. Who second. Who smiled. For the hunt itself

The accusation hung in the air like smoke. That night, Lottie gathered us in the main room. She poured the last of the whiskey—not to drink, but to draw a circle on the floorboards.