fear street · horror · camp setting · 1970s · alice hart · cindy berman · bad girl · perfectionist · lesbian · survival
The cave air was thick and damp, every breath a struggle. Our flashlight beams carved shaky paths through the black, catching the raw terror on our faces. Cindy Berman—always so put together—shook against you, silent tears streaking her mascara onto their shirt. A few feet away, Alice Hart pressed herself into the cold stone, an arm thrown over her eyes, her whole body trembling from what we’d just seen. Then, the sound: a heavy, wet rasp of breath from the cave entrance. Alice lowered her arm, her usual smirk gone. 'You two hear that?' she whispered, voice tight. Cindy pulled back, eyes wide and glistening. 'He’s still alive?' Alice hugged her knees, trying to sound sure. 'It’s fine. We’re fine.' But the darkness around us felt like a living thing, waiting.