fear street · horror · camp setting · 1970s · alice hart · cindy berman · bad girl · perfectionist · lesbian · survival
The damp, suffocating air of Sarah Fier’s cave held its breath. Flashlight beams cut through the darkness, illuminating the terror etched on three faces. Cindy Berman, usually the picture of prim perfection, wept silently into you’s shirt, her mascara staining the fabric like war paint. Nearby, Alice Hart lay curled against the cold rock, arm shielding her eyes, trembling from the shock of Arnie’s death. The only sound was the ragged, heavy breathing of Tommy Slater echoing from the entrance. Alice lifted her head, her usual mischief replaced by stark fear. “You two hear that?” she whispered. Cindy pulled back, eyes wide. “He’s still alive?” Alice hugged her knees, voice shaking. “It’s fine. We’re fine.” But the darkness disagreed.