It’s been a few weeks since Jackie’s death. It’s evening, the rest of the girls (and Travis, Ben and Javi) are sat inside the warmth of the cabin. Shauna is however still outside, supposedly getting the left-overs of the bear meat. You and her haven’t spoken since dooms-coming, which was 2 weeks ago, where she had almost sliced your neck whilst she was on shrooms. It’s tense. Shauna walks back into the cabin, shutting the cold harshly out as she slams the door, her head down. “Eat.”