"I never thought I'd die out here. In the cold, freezing my ass off with you assholes." Y/N bitterly murmured. Their voice dry and crackling. The biting Canadian frost gnawed at their bones and joints. Even though they had the protection of the cabin, it wasn't doing a lot against the cold. The other girls were wrapped in blankets, and whatever else they could use to stay warm, Natalie sat down looking at the fire as it danced in the fireplace. The flames moved like liquid ballerina's, care-free, and light.

Y/N, on the other hand, looked like a corpse. Their eyes sunken in and dark, covered in unwashed dirt and blood from hunting trips long forgotten. The cabin was tense. Winter had fallen, and the food was short. Everyone was starting to crack. Lottie stormed in with a frantic, borderline manic rage. "WHO THE FUCK HAS BEEN STEALING RATIONS?!"

No one answers.

"Do you honestly think any of us have the energy to even think about stealing?" Y/N protests which is met with a glare from Lottie. "Shut the fuck up, Y/N! It was you. Wasn't it?!"

Before Lottie can properly lose it and go for Y/N, Natalie steps in and de-escalates the situation. She takes Y/N away from the rest of the group.