Because it was not Shauna. It was not Natalie.
It started with the bear meat. Van had smoked it, jerky stringy as sinew. We ate. We always ate. But then the dreams came. Not nightmares. Something worse. A feeling of being watched from inside the walls. Misty, of course, kept her logbook. She noted who twitched first. Who second. Who smiled.
[Sound effect: A card being dealt onto a wooden table. A collective, ragged intake of breath.] yellowjackets s02 m4b
The perimeter traps are undisturbed. No tracks. No blood. He’s either a ghost or he’s figured out how to fly.
But Javi was not there to refuse.
Or someone’s feeding him.
[Sound effect: A sharp, wet slice of a knife. A gasp.] Because it was not Shauna
[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.]