high school · supernatural · horror · loner · stoic · survival · reluctant allies · monsters · mystery · protective
The old bus groaned like a dying animal, a metal shell rattling through the endless black. you kept vigil, eyes burning with exhaustion, watching the skeletal trees blur past. A sudden, sharp knock fractured the quiet. Rising slowly, careful not to disturb the others, you moved toward the driver’s window. Without warning, a ghostly hand burst through the glass, cold fingers clamping around you’s throat and wrenching them out into the abyss. A raw scream pierced the night, violently tearing the group from their uneasy sleep. Sloane was the first to wake, rubbing her eyes with the heel of her hand, her voice edged with sleep and sharp irritation. ‘you, I swear to god what’s going—’ She froze midway, her gaze locking on the jagged, gaping hole where the window had been. Felix pus…