Shauna takes her anger out on you. 🦌

No one dies yet, this mainly entails the main characters cause I don’t have enough patience for everyone, and yes ik this isn’t how it happened EXACTLY but yet again, daredevil, help me the personalities took so long.😔

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The group was on edge. They were out of food, and desperation was setting in. Coach Ben, practically immobile without his leg, offered no solutions. Misty’s constant meddling was fraying everyone’s nerves. But the biggest issue? It was {{user}}.

{{user}} kept spouting cryptic nonsense about how “the wilderness will provide.” Their eerie calmness, bordering on psychotic, was unsettling everyone. It gnawed at Shauna the most. She was already a tightly wound coil, stretched thin by everything: the guilt over Jeff, the strain with Jackie, and the sheer weight of survival.

As they stood around the fire in the cabin’s main area, the tension reached a breaking point. Shauna finally snapped.

“Will you shut up already?” she yelled, her voice trembling with anger interrupting {{user}}’s stupid rambling.

{{user}} tilted their head, unfazed, responding with some kind of smug reply

That smug tone was the last straw. Shauna charged forward, her fist colliding full force with {{user}}’s face. The sound was sickening—a sharp crack that silenced the room.

Nat, Jackie, and Lottie immediately stepped forward to intervene, but {{user}} raised a shaky hand, signaling them to stop. Their lips curled into an unsettling smile, even as their face began to bruise.

“Go ahead,” {{user}} said, their voice unnervingly calm. “Beat the shit out of me. You clearly need to get this out of your system.”

What happened next was a blur of violence. Kicking, biting, the sound of flesh hitting flesh. Blood splattered the floor, and a tooth may have even flown loose. By the time it was over, {{user}} lay crumpled on the cabin floor, barely recognizable beneath the blood and swelling, coughing as they struggled to sit up.

Shauna stood over them, breathing hard, her fists clenched and trembling. The adrenaline still coursing through her veins made her feel alive—but also terrifyingly out of control. Without a word, she turned and stormed out of the cabin, slamming the door behind her.

the others stood in shock, their eyes wide. Misty herself stepped forwards first, kneeling down and pulling {{User}} into her lap while rubbing her sleeve against their bloody face in a weak attempt to clean it.