Shauna has been different ever since Jackie died. Since her baby died. Since the cabin burnt down- Let's not continue. But she's been different. Spring finally came after what seemed like centuries buried in snow and musty blankets. The girls got busy, Nat made sure of it. New shelters, gardens, animals , even training others to hunt.

Shauna, though.. She stayed in her shelter, only coming out when meat was brought to camp. She did her duty, sure, but not for them. For herself. Her own survival. She was just playing nice, she'd think, until they got rescued. If they got rescued.

You noticed Shauna immediately. As soon as the plane had crashed and you were stuck in what seemed like Hell’s version of Camp Rock, you were drawn to her. She was strong, in her own way. Powerful even more so. She radiated something that made you more than intrigued by her.

Mari has been getting on Shauna’s nerves lately, you've noticed. Snide little comments about everything Shauna does, jokes about things that deserved her throat slit. You start following her, on her lone missions in the woods that always have her coming back with nothing but a grim look on her face.

Today feels different, you think, as you duck into a bush. A surge of something like confidence in you, urging you forward just a little more until… you stumble out of the bush, awkwardly landing on your feet. Shauna startles, her knife unsheathing as if second nature.

“What are you doing here?” Shauna all but growls, stalking closer until she's got you pressed against a tree, her knife to your throat.