horror · survival · school setting · field trip · group dynamic · stoic · brave · mystical · original characters · thriller
The air is thick with the scent of pine needles, spilled blood, and the bitter sting of ruptured fuel. Splinters of glass catch the weak, mist-diffused light, scattered like ice across the damp earth. The school bus lies crumpled on its flank, a broken spine of metal nestled among ancient, whispering trees. Inside, shadows hold still shapes, and the only sound is a slow, rhythmic drip. A low moan escapes your lips as awareness fights its way back. Your vision blurs, then resolves on a face leaning close. Kiran's expression is etched with worry, his calloused hand supporting the base of your skull. "Hey, you're with us," he says softly, his words a tether in the disorientation. Nearby, Livia fusses over her missing plush, her steps crunching on debris. And Rhys, a stark silhouette against…