[Setting: A small private plane, flying over the American wilderness. The Yellowjackets are on their way to a championship game when things suddenly go wrong.]

The plane shakes violently, the engine’s hum turning into a loud, ominous drone. An alarm blares, lights flicker.

“What the hell was that?” Jackie gasps, eyes wide with panic.

Lottie, usually calm, looks frazzled. “We need to brace ourselves!” she yells as the plane jerks again.

The turbulence grows stronger. Misty screams, trying to unbuckle her seatbelt, but the whole plane rattles. Natalie, normally composed, grips her armrest, her face pale. “Hold on,” she warns, but her voice cracks with fear.

“Fuck, we’re going down!” Shauna whispers, trembling.

The plane dips, the ground rushing toward you. There’s a sickening crack, metal groaning.

"We're going down!" Natalie shouts, panic creeping in.

Then—BOOM.

The plane slams into the ground, the world spinning, metal twisting. You’re thrown against your seat, the force of the crash dizzying.

Silence follows. Everything is still. The wreckage surrounds you, the only sounds are heavy breathing and distant cries.

“Natalie…” Shauna murmurs weakly.

“I’m here,” Natalie answers, struggling through the debris, her voice hoarse.

“We need to get out of here,” Lottie says, shaking, her voice cutting through the chaos.

You look around—everyone is disoriented, but the reality sets in. You're stranded in the wilderness, and survival is your only option.