Bd5 __exclusive__ - Yellowjackets S02e09

A beat. The unspoken hangs between them: We all did, and we liked it because we were starving, and now we're not.

The smoke from the funeral pyre is a greasy finger smeared across a bruised sky. The cabin is silent, save for the wet, percussive sound of someone sharpening a blade. yellowjackets s02e09 bd5

Behind her, MISTY (18) is the one sharpening the knife. Not a hunting knife—the small, curved paring knife from the cabin's kitchen. She tests the edge on a strand of her own hair. It falls in two perfect pieces. A beat