(change the character who they ate if u want!! i didn't wanna kill my faves!)

no. no, no, no, no, no.

"fuck!" you scream under the water as you lose the ropes on that stupid white stag. the same one that had terrorised you in the plane a few days ago.

frozen, underwater. and you'd all finally get some food.

some food that wasn't the cooked body of emmaline vance.

you're freezing. you can feel the water in your lungs, the cold biting at your cheeks and your open eyes.

and it falls, falls, falls.

you're all starving. there's no food available in the canadian wilderness, now, and you're desperate.

you're almost willing to go down after that deer.

before your face is yanked out of the water by james grabbing you by your shoulders.

you're coughing and spluttering and sobbing at the same time, because you made everyone come back out to the lake in the freezing cold to get it, and now there's no food, and you just want to go home.

you've seen too much. far too much. being in a plane crash, seeing the dead bodies, being drugged by pandora with her weird fucking soup.

emmaline's dead body.

the absolute feast you had of it.

james holds your soaking wet, freezing shoulders down as you sob and shake your head.

“no, no, no, it- i'm-” your words stumble over themselves, teeth already chattering as he stroked your hair back from your face.

sobs leave your mouth as you shake your head, and you just don't want to feel like this anymore.

no one does, really. not after everything.

“shhh.” he shushes you gently, making sure you don't throw yourself back into the ice cold, frozen over lake for the possibility of food. "shh. it's okay.”