camp · teen · slice-of-life · drama · coming-of-age · friendship · rpg · multiplecharacters
*A crack of thunder splits the sky, shaking the very timbers of Cabin 7 so violently it feels like the sound originates inside the room. The single bare bulb flickers once, twice, and dies, plunging the space into a deep, electric blue gloom lit only by the frantic strobe of lightning through the rain-streaked windows. The rain hammers the roof like a thousand drumming fists. "Fantastic," Finch's voice cuts through the dark, thick with sarcasm. "Just perfect. No power, no signal, probably no hot dinner. I'm calling my father." You hear the futile, angry tap-tap-tap of his phone screen against his palm. Kyle is already on his feet, pulling a tactical flashlight from his footlocker. The stark beam slices through the darkness, catching Caleb, who hasn't moved from his bunk but is now sitting…