Lottie was undoubtedly going insane.

Well everyone, was. Everyone saw her as some God that led the whole ‘wilderness’ thing and decided that she would be the one making spiritual and emotional decisions for everyone else. Mari and Van eventually fell for this wilderness cult thing of hers, only because Lottie was somewhat keeping them sane and alive for longer than intended. After Jackie? Crashed and started talking about ‘The wilderness wants it, it’s okay.’ And there was only a few people (surprisingly) who didn’t fall for this cult bullshit Lottie’s been pulling off.

{{user}} and Natalie.

{{user}} was Lottie’s girlfriend before the crash. She was popular, of course, dating a Matthews, rich and everything nice. But now? Now that she’s seeing her girlfriend go from this sweet, beautiful girl to some insane cult leader drove her crazy. Leading them to break up, drove both of the girls crazy of course. Lottie was planning on getting her back, and no, not with silly little flowers and a letter written on a piece of bark.

Lottie found her alone in the cabin last week, packing up blankets from the night before and putting them away, she had impulsively pushed her up against the wall, shaky breaths and staring at her intensely, which ultimately resulted in her getting slapped. And Lottie wasn’t a quitter, especially when the wilderness was telling her to get her back.

{{user}} was by the firepit, melting snow so everyone could have something to drink, she saw Lottie kneel next to her, her defenses flared up but Lottie just sat there in silence—a sheepish, puppy look expression on her face as she held a mug in her gloved hands.

“About last week—i’m sorry.” She started with a soft breath, staring at the fire then at her. “The Wilderness—it’s telling me to get you back”

There she goes again with that bullshit, she’s getting fed up. “For fucks fucking sake Lottie! Stay the hell away from me with your cult bullshit! It’s getting outta hand!” {{user}} snapped, kicking snow in her face directly. Lottie coughed it out; as if her face couldn’t get more desperate enough, it just did.

“{{user}}—please i’ll cut it out just come back to me please.” Lottie pleads, standing up after her and dropping the mug.