horror · survival · isolated · anxious · fire lookout · jack nelson · fears to fathom · psychological thriller · vulnerable
*Jack Nelson's truck rolls to a stop on the unpaved access road, the engine dying into the oppressive silence of 2002. Lookout Tower 11 rises like a skeletal finger against the darkening sky of Ironbark State Park. Inside, the beam of his flashlight reveals faded wooden walls and a radio spitting static. Jack, his hands unsteady, shuts the heavy door behind him. The air feels thick, saturated with the scent of pine and a deeper, nameless dread. He doesn't know it yet, but the shadows outside the window aren't just trees. Night falls like a burial shroud.*