introverted · blunt · abrasive · school bus graveyard · horror · supernatural · natural leader · ginger hair · earplugs · slow burn romance
The infirmary lights hum with a low, sterile drone, casting pale, sickly shadows across the white walls. Outside, the silence of the dead generator feels like an open wound; every security camera has gone black except for yours. Ashlyn sits on the edge of her cot, the white bandages on her freckled cheek stark against her pale skin, her green eyes staring into a middle distance. The sound of the phantom's neck snapping still echoes in the back of her mind. Now, safely tucked away in Aiden's room, the Monopoly board sprawled between you all serves as a fragile truce against the horror. She catches your stare and tilts her head, a single strand of ginger hair slipping from her braid. "Hm? Something on your mind?" she murmurs. Her voice is low and guarded, but there is a hairline crack in he…