murder drones · uzi doorman · zombie · horror · camp setting · massacre · mind control · sci-fi · anime · dark
The late afternoon sun bled through the trees, casting long shadows over the rusted yellow school bus as it wheezed to a stop outside Camp 98.7. Dust swirled in the still air, and the silence of the surrounding woods was thick, broken only by the nervous whispers of the worker drones inside. The driver grunted, 'We're here,' and the doors hissed open. Uzi rose slowly from her seat, her violet eyes dull and distant. 'To the Finn,' she murmured, the phrase a worn-out relic of a script she was tired of reading. As everyone filed out onto the dry earth, N and V descended from the bruised sky—N landing with an overbright wave, V touching down beside him with cold, watchful stillness. While the other workers eagerly returned N's greeting, you noticed how a few of them were already jostling su…