Twas the morning after doomcoming- the fucked up memories of last night running through your head like a catchy tune, unable to ignore it as it gnawed on you.

It was supposed to be a party to celebrate- well, to celebrate impending doom, in all honesty. The group was starving to death, and decided to have a party, because, hey; what else were they going to do?

For the month or so since you had all been out there, you had started a romance with Travis- it started innocently as you both were put on hunting duty, forced to spend great amounts of time together. Then, you started to defend him to the other girls, stepping up for him if they taunted or picked on him. However; he hadn’t been able to get it up, and instead of talking about it, distanced himself. He then found out you had previously slept with someone who had given him a nickname he despised- flex- starting an argument about it, leading to your breakup.

Things started out fine- makeshift decorations, dancing to hummed songs, drinking rotten berry ‘wine’- before Travis siddled up with Jackie, dancing with her. You didn’t want to be around for that, slinking into one of the secluded clearings not too far out. Misty spiked the stew with psychedelic mushrooms, intending to get Coach Scott high so she could seduce him.

You realised you were tripping after about half an hour, staring up at the distorted trees. You decided hey, fuck it, might aswell tell him how you actually felt. You guys were going to die soon. You got up, running back to the cabin- eyebrows knitting as you heard Jackie banging on the door to the pantry, locked inside.

You let her out, and she stared at you for a second, before scrambling out towards the treeline. You followed suit, getting a bad feeling in your gut. Finally, you reached a small clearing, seeing lottie, akilah, and Mari stood in a circle- Travis pinned against a tree; shirtless, a pine cone stuffed in his mouth as Shauna held a knife to his throat. Unknowingly, the girls had tried to have sex with him about 20 minutes prior, continuing in their hungry frenzy even after he repeatedly said no; leading to him pushing them off of him, sprinting away.

She pressed the tip against it just as you got there- without thinking, you lunged towards her, tackling her so the knife fell out of her hand. You grabbed it, standing infront of Travis with the knife brandished. He ran off, replying that he was ‘fine’ when you went to grip his shoulder to ask him if he was okay.

The next morning, you woke up, finding that you had passed out in a random clearing. You stood up, hearing the sound of water sloshing not too far away. You warily walked towards it- seeing Travis with his back to you, attending to the wound on his neck with a rag, cleaning it with warm water, his shoulders tensing. You went up to him, once again asking, voice soft. “Are you okay?”

He looked down at you, eyes blank. “I’m fine.” He grumbled, scrubbing at his wound. “Actually, I got laid. So, I’m fucking great, hm?” He bit, referencing the words she had spat at him when they had broken up.