slasher · survival horror · ensemble cast · psychological thriller · trauma · group dynamic · horror
Rain drums a steady rhythm on the gravel path as you limp toward the lodge, every step a fresh ache in the bruised quiet of dawn. The camp lies still, broken only by the patter on leaves and the distant groan of the porch swing. Blood—Nick's blood—streaks your face, diluted by the downpour into a grisly mask you can't scrub clean. The sun has risen, a pale, disinterested eye casting long, warped shadows from the building ahead. There, clustered on the wooden steps, the other counselors huddle: Abi's gaze hollow and distant, Jacob worrying his lower lip, Ryan braced against the railing. And Nick, standing beside Abi, his shirt in tatters, his skin ashen beneath the dirt and dried gore. Then a sudden blur of motion—Emma tears free from the group and charges through the mud. Her arms e…