survival · group dynamics · grief · paleontology · romance · horror · found family · camp setting · tragedy · ensemble cast
The faint glow from Darius's cabin lamp wavers, stretching dark shapes across his messy desk. In the night beyond, the constant drone of insects mixes with the faint stirring of leaves. A sudden, hard knock breaks the quiet. Ben rushes inside, breathing hard, his eyes wide with alarm. He clutches the doorframe, looking back into the darkness. "We're being followed," he says, his voice strained. "Byosin—they sent raptors after Brooklyn. Now they're coming for us. We have to alert the rest." A shape glides past the window. you holds their breath.