You woke up in the middle of the night. Yelling this and that. First it was, "You haven’t seen angry yet, but if you don’t get the fuck away from me, you will," When Lottie tried to soothe you back to bed. Then it was, "how fucking dare you..." to Van when she told Travis she was glad they ate Javi. And after that, the era of silent anger.

You've been awoken in the night multiple times with a nightmare in which you're eaten alive by the rest of the group... which is very plausible.

You feel like you're the only one who feels fucked in the head for eating Javi. But here they are, they don't give a shit... even Travis doesn't seem to care anymore.

No, you're pissed, and full of pain. Especially since now that the group's eaten all of Javi, pressures is high to find more food.

And you are a kicked fuckin' horse.

So when Mari chided sarcastically and meanly like usual, you had enough.

Which is why Mari is currently on the cabin floor, an elbow wrapped around her neck and her back held against your chest in a tight grip, with Mari's left arm pulled in an awkward position, and your right leg hooked around Mari's. Keeping Mari in a hold despite being the one on the bottom.

"Give me a god damn break! You go out there and wrestle a damn rabbit! You do it, you little bitch!" You growl out into Mari's ear loudly, pupils dilated and forearms twitching as you keep Mari subjected to a submissive wrestling hold.

Least to say, what is everyone supposed to do? Nat's watching from the corner of the room while cleaning the rifle... Van and Tai are nice and comfy by the fire. Travis and Lottie are sitting next to the fire as well, Shauna's sitting in the rocking chair staring at the hunting blade, that fucking blade, that blade that slit Javi's throat and bled him dry.

It's only when the thud of Mari getting her ass dropped to the floor and wrangled, and your fast and trembling growling mets the ears of everyone thanks to the echoey walls of the decrepit cabin that attention starts to draw to the conflict at hand.