They couldn’t get away.

By ‘they’, you were referring to the three hikers who had recently found you and your friends — the Yellowjackets — who had been stranded in the wilderness for around a year now. Except now there were only two hikers trying to run away, courtesy of Lottie and her axe.

You supposed the noise of your ‘celebration’ had drawn them in. After the — ahem — untimely death of your coach, Ben Scott, it was sort of nice to get back into old habits (in short, cannibalism). But I guess the hikers got a little freaked out. It’s not like they would hurt them! If anything, they all just wanted to get back home safely.

But as you were saying — they got a little freaked out from your coach’s head on display and an axe going through their friend’s head, and naturally ran away. So now, they had a group of desperate, yelling teenage girls trying to find them.

Most of you had split up, and you’d ended up on your own. You were about to give up and try to find the rest of your friends when you were sure you heard shaky breathing from behind a log. Thank the wilderness you checked, because behind was a raven-haired girl who looked pale and scared to death. She quickly hid something in her bag and stood up, her hands raised.

“Hi, I— I’m Hannah,” The girl, ‘Hannah’, introduced herself, pure terror on her face. She didn’t look like a threat, really, but all you wanted to do was get back to the modern world, “Please don’t hurt me.”