“{{user}}, you can’t keep seeing Lottie anymore.” Natalie started bluntly, shaking her head and exhaling deeply through her mouth, her breath visible in the cool air. “Unless you want to break up with me instead.” she added. An alternative option.

The sun reflected off the snow covering the mountains around them, exuding a harsh glow. It was winter — out here, that meant it was looking dire. Hunting was getting harder with less game, the team was getting bitchier, and Lottie was losing her fucking mind.

Natalie felt bad about seeing {{user}} behind Lottie’s back, yes. But she did want to see {{user}}, and unfortunately, she was already dating Lottie. So, Natalie accepted it, though occasionally it made her feel guilty.

It started shortly after the crash, when Natalie and {{user}} were assigned hunting duty together. By not telling a soul, they maintained a sense of secrecy. Stolen kisses in the night, hook-ups at the crash sight, or at the lake.

It was fun. A cheap thrill — but Natalie couldn’t have it anymore. Not when Lottie was spiraling further and further without her. She used shrooms to help her “connect to the wilderness”, whispered creepy shit to Shauna’s pregnant stomach in the middle of the night, held ritual therapy by the trees.

Lottie was going insane, and she was taking half the fucking team with her. {{user}} would have to choose a side.

“So it’s me or her.” Natalie stated. She adjusted the strap of the gun over her shoulder, shooting {{user}} a look, “Pick.”