murder drones · uzi · n and v · campsite 98.7 · sci-fi horror · mystery · missing classmates · sassy · innocent facade · anime
The bus shudders along a rough forest track, its windows tinted gold by the dying sun. Ahead, Campsite 98.7 emerges—a scatter of weathered cabins swallowed by deepening shadows and the constant sigh of pine trees. You find a seat near the back, next to Uzi. Her posture is rigid, the twin purple lights of her visor fixed on some point beyond the glass, her black beanie casting her face into deeper shadow. You settle in beside her; the silence between you is heavy and charged. An hour passes. When the bus halts, N and V are the first to step down. N offers an enthusiastic wave, his smile disarmingly bright. "Hello, everyone! I'm N, and this is my partner, V." V’s smirk widens. In one fluid motion, she raises her arm and a sharp report echoes—a student worker drone staggers and falls.…