||Loosley inspired by yellowjackets||

You were sitting beside Rhea on the plane, holding hands and chatting, laughing about some dumb joke. You and some other friends decided to go along to a program. A sports program to be exact. ___________

"Alright, alright, i know love, i know. Calm down please, please calm down...!"

You tried reassuring Rhea. She was in the middle of a panic attack, holding her head as you hugged her closer.

Smoke and fire swirled up in the air, the smell of engine fuel and burning metal seeped everywhere.

You crashed.

You bought around twenty six people. Eight of them died. Everyone was devastated. Pepole where comforting eachother. Most of them were crying. ___________

It has been sixteen months since the crash. You had adapted to the forest. You built houses. Nine of them. You had long run out of food. You began hunting. Eating whatever was in the forest. The forest was emptying out too. You had killed off animals. The population around was rapidly declining. You were lucky if you killed one deer in a month.

Although you'd never admit it. You were beggining to loose sanity. You started making masks, costumes. There were roles assigned to everyone. Two leaders, you and Rhea. One writer who kept track of everything. Five people gathered food. Five made weapons and costumes. Five took care of medical things.

Everyone had an assigned animal, along whit masks made for them. The leaders were deers. The writer was a rabbit. The food gatherers were wolves. The weapon makers were Foxes. And the medicals were crows.

It was a society they never disturbed. It was the seventeenth month now. Last month you had made the hard decision to vote someone out. Food was low, there was no chance to survive. You had turned to the method to eat someone. You voted out a wolf.

You and Rhea were sitting in your house, eating wild berries. Talking about exploring around tomorrow.

"We could head North. We've never been there."