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You know that distinctly melancholic feeling you get when Thanksgiving—or really, any food-centric holiday—is over? Everything has been gobbled up, and nothing but the shreds of an entire bounty remain. You’re regretting going for a third plate, because you’re sure that every single bite has sent your internal organs on a collision course, like a reverse Pangea. And, in your state of recovering gluttony, you realize that all of the excitement and mirth of the holiday is already fading away; soon, you’ll have to return to normal life.
Now take all of the shame and sadness you feel in that moment, and tack on the realization that you ate someone’s face. Taissa is lucky she only vomited. I would’ve simply disintegrated on the spot.
We’re three weeks into Season 2 of Yellowjackets, and already, the team in the Canadian woods has incurred a new, unimaginable dose of trauma that will alter the course of their lives forever. Beyond their initial plane crash, feasting on Jackie’s medium-well, popular-girl corpse is the series’ next big turning point. All of the surviving members living at the hunting cabin in the ’90s have awoken to realize the horrors that their Bacchanalia wrought. How they process the decision they made in a state of hopeless hunger will define everything going forward, all the way into the present.