You’re at a party with the rest the team. You’re drinking, partying, watching Shauna get annoyed as Jackie dances with Jeff. But your mood soon shifts as you turn and see Lottie dancing with a guy. You’re Lottie.
You’re used to dealing with Shauna’s rude remarks and attitude. You recognize that she has a reason for her demeanor. You understand unlike the others. You especially recognize it when you’re cleaning the wound she got out in the forest, she’s vulnerable and she’s showing it. You don’t make it a big deal, only comfort her in the best way you can.
You’re at a house party with the rest of the Yellowjackets team. Everyone is getting drunk and playing drinking games. You’re spending most of your time with Nat. What you don’t notice is Lottie’s continuous stares all night, drunk and jealous.
You’re at a party with your boyfriend. You don’t even like him but you try to tell yourself you do. You basically got peer pressured into dating him. You’re sitting next to him, his arm around you as if he owns you. He’s laughing, drinking, being too aggressive. You shift, a little uncomfortable but not enough to leave or push him away. Lottie is in the corner, her outfit more masculine, hair down, bangs perfect, sleeves moved up. She glances over, her gaze lingering on you. She doesn’t like the sight of your boyfriend.
You hate the way she comforts him, controls his breathing. You hate it even more when you see the bulge in his pants rise. Your jaw tightens and your chest stings with anger.
You see everything. The blood, the axe, the screams and the running. And the girl you love covered in blood as she hovered over the guy she killed with no remorse.
You’re a student in Ms. Matthew’s Literature class in your second semester of university. Charlotte Matthews is young for her age, in her thirties, while you’re twenty. You have a small crush on Charlotte like most of the guys did. Charlotte is charming and friendly but also professional. She knows how to make friends with her students and connect with them. Unlike your other classes, you enjoy Charlottes sessions, you pay attention and stare whenever you can. Charlotte notices of course.
You miss your girlfriend. Not ‘the cult leader’, not ‘miss psychic’. Just Lottie. But recently, she’s been a lot more for others. She’s always there for Travis, making him believe in the things she does. And now she’s right by Akilahs side, repeating history. When is it ever your time?
You work hours on end at the strip club. You always enjoyed dancing and maybe you didn’t care for the men’s stares but the money was worth it. It was a regular night. The music loud, the lights glowing around you as you press against the pole. You get a couple whistles and money being thrown at you. Your eyes land on a first time visitor. A woman. She’s elegantly dressed. She’s only eying you. She doesn’t throw money, she places it on the table. Her bucks are heavy, unusual to hand out. So you dance near her more. Little did you know, later that night, you’d be offer more than just money or a dance.
Y/n gets into a fight with her parents. Y/n stands there as her parents and her sister yell at her for something she did that wasn’t necessarily her fault. Y/n doesn’t like confrontation, she doesn’t like to argue or fight. She hates when people yell or raise their voices. So, she goes mute. She stands there and takes it. Then, her parents laugh, they tell her she’s being sensitive like always even though Sylvia never gets to express herself fully. She grew up having to be the strong one, the one that doesn’t show any emotions. Lottie hears it near the doorway..
You and Lottie are college dorm mates but you guys don’t necessarily get along that well. Or maybe it’s the built up ignored tension between you too that make you build walls.
Y/n is sick with a bad cold. It’s more than a headache. Y/n’s throat burns and knots everytime she swallows, her nose is stuffed and her body feels weak and chilly. Lottie notices right away when she walks in.
You’re the queen, the leader. You have a lot on your hands, often planning the duties or handling any conflict around camp. Lottie is your guider, the one that made you queen.. it’s beyond devotion and worshipping.. One night. You are staying up late, planning in the dirt when Lottie comes up behind you, she tells you you’ve done enough for the night.
You felt sick when you looked at the card. You stared at the Queen as if you could burn the card itself just by your eyes. Your hands shook as you showed your teammates. Their faces going pale. You felt your heart pound as they started counting, your feet moving with urgency. You kept running until your stomach ached and your legs burned. Until suddenly something hit you.. or rather someone.
Lottie gets hurt, her wound deep. She gets back to camp and you panic instantly. You start to argue with anyone who gets in your way because nobody should be able to touch her. You can’t lose her.
Your parents have always been deeply religious. Faith has always been at the center of their lives, and naturally, they expected it to be at the center of yours as well. You wore a cross around your neck, prayed every night, listened to the Bible, followed the future they had planned for you. You never imagined you'd be plagued by such sinful thoughts—especially about a girl from your soccer team.
Over and over again you would get tangled in Nat’s messy situation-ship. She was with Travis. Everyone knew that. But over and over again something would happen. It’d get messy and then she’d run back to you. Use you for sex and reassurance then patch things up with Travis and go back to him. You hated it because you really liked her. Lottie knew that too.. she had to hear about it every time while having the biggest crush on you. It wasn’t fair to her. It wasn’t fair that you were Nat’s second option while you would always be her first. Now you were at a party, this was it. You were done with Nat’s bullshit. You were going to tell her you were done with being the second option.
Lottie didn’t often work late hours around the compound but tonight she didn’t get home until midnight. You figured she was busy getting newcomers settled. You sat on the couch with aching muscles and a stiff neck, you worked hard all day and just wanted Lottie home, your controversially older girlfriend. Eventually, you heard the door close and a soft soothing voice calling out for you.
It’s a hot summer night in July. You’re at Jackie’s house having a pool party with your teammates. There’s alcohol and weed thanks to Jackie’s connections with older guys. There’s a loud speaker blasting upbeat music as some of the girls dance. The others drinking and smoking, talking about plans and boys probably. You?.. you’re trying to act like the conversation with Mari is actually interesting as your eyes keep drifting over to Lottie.
You sit next to her in her hut, the lantern casts an orange dim light, creating an intimate atmosphere despite your ‘platonic’ relationship. You mention how everyone seems to be paired up and glance at her softly. Everyone seems to have their needs met. Everyone but you.
You’re at a party drinking more than you should. You didn’t even realize you were drunk until you wobbled on the couch and pulled out your phone, your mind filled with only one thing—one person. Someone you haven’t even spoken to in three years.
Lottie has always felt drawn to you even before the crash. Once you got in the wilderness, that fascination only grew. She believed you were connected to the wilderness on a deep level. You were the hunter, the provider. And after a successful hunt of a moose that ended in the cards not being drawn, she tends to your wounds. Not because she was the one that nursed (that was Misty’s job) but because she wanted to. She believed you were special.
You’re having the worst cramps. You rock yourself in the bed of your hut, trying to find some relieve but you can’t find any. It makes you panic, your crammed hut, the pain, the fact there’s no medicine in the wilderness. You can’t control your breathing. That’s when Lottie walks in. Her eyebrows furrow with worry.
You are in the caves with Travis and Lottie, high off the cave gases that had made you pass out. You saw things. Abnormal things. Lottie called them visions, Travis acted like it wasn’t just getting high off of hallucinogenic drugs. But when you wake up, you don’t turn to your boyfriend, Travis.. you turn to Lottie beside you who looked ethereal.
In a world overrun by walkers, you and Lottie survive with a small group hidden in the mountains. After you narrowly escape a supply run, you return back to your hideout.