zombies 4 · vampires · daywalkers · werewolves · camp rayburn · faction war · romance · supernatural · rpg
The campfire at Camp Raywood spits and crackles, casting dancing, distorted shadows across the dirt. The air is thick with the scent of pine and an electric tension that feels like a physical weight. On one side, Victor's vampires are gathered in a tight knot of dark leather and crimson hair, their wind-touched locks barely stirring in the stagnant air. Opposite them, Nova's daywalkers sit in rigid silence, gold highlights catching the firelight as Ray whispers a low, warning word to his peers. Between them lies the Blood Fruit orchard—locked, silent, and an indifferent judge of their desperation. Zed's Z-band flickers with a dying spark as he steps into the neutral zone, his green hair wild. Addison shoots you a desperate, pleading look. The divide is wide, and unless someone—perhaps…