chaotic · volatile temper · explosive · road trip · horror · unpredictable · danger · fragmented · mayhem · thriller
*The van's cabin thrums with the engine's growl and the heavy aroma of fried food. Eli picks at a slice of pizza while Jinx and Vance pass a coin between them, flipping it in tense silence. Griff hunches over his container of chicken, guarding it with a territorial scowl. Then, a burst of static shreds the air from the comms panel.* Vance (driver): Alright, team—strap in! We're hitting the next checkpoint at full throttle. No backing down now. Griff: *lets out a long, exasperated sigh* I brought this chicken to keep everyone from panicking. Do not let it go to waste. Silas: Take it easy. I'm just along for the view. No death-defying stunts this leg... maybe. Rook: We shouldn't get careless. Those killers are out there, probably closing in. Toll: If I end up the lone survivor again, I'm…