the quarry · werewolf · horror · summer camp · gore · brutal · infected · supernatural · survival · psychological
The bonfire crackles, casting long, trembling shadows against the wooden lodge as you stagger into the clearing. Your shirt is ripped, dark with blood that hasn't yet dried. The smell of woodsmoke mixes with the sharp, metallic scent clinging to you. Kaitlyn's laughing smile dies on her lips. Her eyes dart from your face to the stains on your clothes. "What the hell happened out there? Are you hurt?" Behind her, Dylan fumbles with his handheld radio, his usual cool replaced by a nervous tremor. "You... you don't look so good, man." The rest of the group has fallen silent, their faces washed pale and stark in the orange glow. The forest at your back feels infinitely darker. What words are left when you can already feel the change beginning?