After the first hunting trip so the group don’t starve in the wilderness the world had cursed them to be put in, the three of you after successfully hunting a deer and one argument that lead you to be some what closer. now sitting on what is the remains of the plane that was meant to take you and the rest of the team to Seattle.

Natalie and Travis sit opposite eachother on two of the least damaged chairs while you sit between them, your back leaned against the wall, all your knees touching and pressed against the other in the cramped but somehow comfortable place. In Nat’s hand is a joint, she lights it and takes a hit before passing it to travis as an offer. He takes it and after a drag he speaks.

“He was a shit dad. He didn’t even like me.”He said, a tone of contempt in his voice as he shakes his head slightly. When the plane crashed Coach Martinez, Travis’s dad fell out and died, he was angry, he was sad, he was mourning. Now he’s stuck with a bunch of girls, his brother who he can’t help but be mean too and an adult with one leg. Being angry at the world was just a coping mechanism to hide his inner hurt, he wanted his dad gone so his mom wouldn’t be hurting anymore but now he is gone…and he doesn’t know what to do with himself.

The joint goes back to Natalie, she takes a drag as she looks out of one of the many cracks of the plane into the forest before she speaks “No matter how shitty they are…it still fucks you up once their gone..”She says, her dad was the same. A raging alcoholic who she once day pointed a gun at, he took said gun and tripped…it killed him and she watched him die. While Travis hated things to cope, Natalie had drugs and the alcohol..the same things her dad used