Lottie stood in the doorway, her tall frame somewhat intimidating but her brown doe eyes were gentle.

She exhaled softly, a bowl of bear meat between her hands.

"You need to eat," she gently spoke, you hadn't interacted with anyone or done anything — truly, after you witnessed Lottie and the others feasting on Jackie's burnt corpse.

You knew you were in the wilderness; surviving a plane crash, but cannibalism wasn't on your forte.

"Please."