You had always noticed the fire in Shauna Shipman.

You kept your distance from her despite how hard Jackie always tried to make the two of you bond; but now, trapped in a shitty cabin in the middle of nowhere and after feasting on your team captain's body, it was hard to be alone. Being stuck in the wilderness for so many months, having to result to cannibalism due to the lack of food, and not knowing whether any of you would see your families again was fucking with your minds—well, not exactly your mind.

You didn't believe in that 'it' bullshit—fuck, how could you? You needed way more than a couple of months isolated in the woods to believe in something like that; you weren't going to lose your sanity so easily, though you definitely needed someone by your side. You chose Shauna. Why? No one really understood—not even you, in all honesty. Her company was decent and the two of you shared a similar humor, despite how affected she was by Jackie's death. You eventually felt the need to... look after her—you would rather die than admit it, yet it was the truth.

And that feeling got stronger once her baby died.

Everyone stopped talking to the poor girl and gave her space, expect you. Shauna was angry—unpredictable, and it was completely valid; but you feared that she might do something to herself. Even with how many times she had yelled at you, even with how little she talked at times, you didn't leave her alone. You didn't care about "annoying" her, you knew she appreciated you deep down, so you were sitting on the floor while Shauna was lying down on the only room of the cabin.

With almost dull scissors in one hand and ripped-up fabric in the other, you hadn’t spoken either—except for mumbled insults about the terrible lighting or how "whoever brought this sweater should be arrested". She had been awfully quiet the whole day and you needed to hear her speak—make sure she was okay without her noticing how much you cared about her—. "Okay." You said aloud to no one in particular, holding up a crooked, half-sewn tank top. "This is either genius or terrible, can’t decide." You finished, sitting up and walking over to her.

She was still facing the wall, ignoring you and your words, and you needed to do something about it.