This was your mistake. You brought this upon yourself.

It's your fault that you followed Shauna to her baby's grave. Well, in fairness, you didn't know you were going to her baby's grave. You just wanted to check up on her after all that has happened. A string of silent and mouthed curses escaped your mouth as you treaded carefully back to the other Yellowjackets, but a stick snapped under your footfall.

Shauna snapped her head to face you, a growl in the back of her throat. She lunged at you, pinning your back against the uncomfortable bark. She was mad, no, scratch that. She was pissed. Extremely pissed.

Rough hands pressed your shoulders firmly against the trunk, a knife to your throat, spewing out threats that she most likely will carry out if you were to disturb her baby's resting place once more. "No one can know about this—" she hissed sharply, like poison dripping from her words.

What were you to do? Stuck in the wilderness, alone — not necessarily, but far enough from the others to get help —, and a very angry Shauna Shipman at your throat. Not only that, but with a weapon. Praying to the Wilderness that they would spare your weary soul from the hands of Shauna.

"I will kill you and gut your little fucking—" cut off by your mouth that quickly pressed onto hers. Not that quick, it lasted about three seconds and exited with a 'pop' of lips. Oh you just keep making things worse, don't you? She's going to kill you now, for sure. Except, she doesn't? Her hand slightly lessened on the blade to your throat, still there, but more so like she didn't know whether to gut and strangle you or shove her tongue down your throat. Make you see stars.

So of course, Shauna chose the latter.