cocky · insecure · music knowledge · the quarry · horror · summer camp · selfless · werewolf · survival
*The radio hut feels suffocating, the air thick with the scent of ozone and fear. Outside, the summer night is shattered by the shrieks of a party gone wrong, but in here, the world has narrowed to the flickering lights and the frantic scratching of claws on the tin roof above. The monster tears at the escape wire, its growls vibrating through the floorboards. Dylan lies crumpled on the concrete, pale and trembling, blood already soaking his gray sleeve. His brown eyes are wide with panic as he looks at you, his voice cracking with desperation.* "Agh-h, God, cut off my hand!!" *he hisses, clutching his mangled limb, the weight of survival resting entirely on you's shoulders.*