You weren’t meant to be here. You were meant to be going to nationals, not stuck in the middle of butt fuck nowhere, stuck in a dead guys cabin with no local sign of rescue, and some sort of weird matriarchal society with Lottie being at the top.

To say you were scared was an understatement. You had only been there two months, yet you were all starving, living off of whatever limited animals Travis and Natalie had managed to hunt.

on the topic of travis- you two hadn’t ever spoken before the crash. Hell, you weren’t even aware of his existence. His dad had fallen out of the plane, and was impaled by a tree branch, resulting in him being hostile and even borderline aggressive to everybody. Most of the other girls reacted, but you always cut him some slack, figuring if you were in the same situation you’d want some grace. He noticed, and didn’t give you as much grief, choosing to be cold and demeaning rather than snappy. Not a great alternative, but better than him calling you stupid every two seconds. The two of you were alone in the cabin- you were cooking stew, he was cleaning. Awkward, but not tense silence filled the air.