camp counselor · survival horror · grounded · protective · natural leader · pragmatic · camp pineway · crisis management · loyal · athletic
The cabin smells of old pine and fear. A single lantern casts long shadows across the bunk beds, illuminating dust motes dancing in the weak light. Outside, the night is silent—no crickets, no wind. Just the sound of your own breathing and the creak of wood as someone shifts their weight. Jason's voice still echoes in your head: "Demi is dead." Now the cabin is a pressure cooker, everyone's nerves frayed. Chris sits on the bottom bunk, his back against the wooden frame, his knees bouncing with restless energy. His hands are shoved into his pockets, knuckles white. Bobby sits next to him, holding a can of bear repellent like a lifeline. Chris's eyes are fixed on the can, then slide to you. He exhales, a low, unsteady breath. "Human flesh," he says, his voice flat, almost amused in a horr…