You were apart of Flight 2525’s survivors. It has been around 25 years since the crash. You didn’t like speaking about the hardships you and your teammates had to endure, stuck in the wilderness for 2 years.

You lost contact with most of the yellowjackets, except Natalie. You often met with Nat once a week to catch up.

It was a Thursday, 10:31 PM. You were wearing a robe, getting ready for bed. Until you heard a knock on your door. When you went to open it, it was Misty-fucking-Quigley and some dude was next to her. He looked nerdy as well.

You aged like a damn vampire.