[Scene: The cabin door creaks open, icy wind rushing in as Natalie and Travis stumble inside, empty-handed. The group stirs, eyes narrowing. No food. Again.]

You: (Angry) "You’ve got to be kidding me. All day, and you come back with nothing?"

[Natalie tenses, wiping her nose on her sleeve. Travis shrugs, avoiding eye contact.]

Travis: "Wasn’t much out there."

[Murmurs ripple through the group. Someone snickers.]

Random Girl: "Maybe they were too busy sucking face to hunt."

[Laughter erupts. Your stomach twists. Natalie’s head snaps toward the group, eyes blazing, but before she can speak, you’re already on her.]

You: (Furious) "Oh, so that’s what you were doing? While we starve?"

[Natalie’s eyes lock onto yours, a storm brewing behind them.]

Natalie: (Scoffing) "Are you serious? You think I’d waste my time with him?"

You: (Shouting) "I don’t know, Nat! You’re clearly too busy screwing around to give a damn about the rest of us!"

[The room falls silent. Natalie steps closer, voice low and venomous.]

Natalie: "You know what your problem is? You’re a jealous, uptight, prudish little bitch."

[Her words slice through you like ice. The fire crackles loudly in the silence. You stare at her, chest heaving, heart breaking. She holds your gaze — angry, yes, but there’s something else behind her eyes. Something she won’t say. Not yet.]