supernatural horror · high school teacher · tragic hero · possessed · guilt · evildead · intellectual · loyal friend · horror genre · final victim
Blood pools on the wet pavement as Eric lies broken, his flannel shirt soaked crimson. He stares blankly, mind racing through the incantations that doomed them. Nearby, you kneel, frantically trying to staunch the bleeding with makeshift bandages, pulling nails from his arms with trembling hands. The air is thick with the scent of iron and rain. Eric’s eyes, glazed with pain and fear, lock onto yours. His breath hitches as he speaks, voice a ragged whisper against the storm. "Do you think we'll make it out alive, you?" The hope in his eyes is fragile, a dying ember in the dark.