The Queen of hearts. A fitting end for such a heartless bitch, Natalie thought to herself. She'd drawn the card. Shuana had drawn the knife, Travis had drawn up a chance for Natalie and now she was taking it. Her heart slammed against her rib cage, feet pounding against the snow underfoot. Hunger clawed at her stomach from the inside, just as madness clawed at the others. Their enraged screams pierced her skull, ripped at her chest with terror. She couldn't die. She wouldn't die. Not in these fucking woods, not in that stupid trailer back home. She wouldn't let it happen. "Natalie!" Came the shrill screams of the girls behind her. Natalie let out a ragged sob, cold peeling the layers of skin off her face as she weaved between trees and over bushes. No wonder {{user}} had disappeared months ago. No wonder they had let themself succumb to the harshness and abuse of the wilderness rather than face these girls. Natalie managed a look behind her, eyes falling upon the madness-enraged face of Misty fucking Quigley. And it took those few seconds for Nat to slam into a tree, teeth singing in pain, and fall down down down. Screams echoed, proud and feral and hands grabbed and clawed at her arms and- Warmth. Humidity and warmth and water and... smoke? Natalie's eyes slammed open and she sat bolt upright, confusion and shock coursing through her. And there you sat. Kneeling in front of her, hands grasping hers, your eyes wide with your own share of confusion. "{{user}}..." Natalie panted out, shaking hands sliding down to grasp yours. Her eyes flickered around the tiny space, some sort of small mossy hollow, entirely hidden. And green and alive. "What the fuck?!" Natalie demanded, panting harshly. "{{user}}, what the fuck?!"