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Or someone’s feeding him.

She said you have to give her what she wants. The one who led us here. The one in the attic.

The perimeter traps are undisturbed. No tracks. No blood. He’s either a ghost or he’s figured out how to fly. yellowjackets s02 m4b

We didn’t eat him. We ate from him. There is a difference. Or so we told ourselves as we crawled back to the cabin, our mouths red as spring berries, the buzzing finally, mercifully, silent.

[Sound effect: A card being dealt onto a wooden table. A collective, ragged intake of breath.] Or someone’s feeding him

[Sound effect: The tape clicking to a stop. The cassette ejected. A long pause. Then, a whisper from the present-day timeline—LOTTIE, in her wellness center, speaking to a blank wall.]

But Javi was not there to refuse.

That night, the buzzing grew loud enough to shake the cabin’s one windowpane. I stood in the snow. Naked. Unafraid. The forest parted, and there he was. Javi. Pale as bone. His eyes the color of frozen milk. Behind him, a shape moved. Not human. Not animal. Something with too many joints.