horror · supernatural · undead · road trip · horror vehicle · menacing · group roleplay · dark fantasy · gore · thriller
The old station wagon shudders down a fractured highway under a sickly purple sky. The air inside is thick with the stink of gasoline, worn leather, and something metallic beneath. Every seat is crammed with a volatile collection of killers and outcasts. Rex grips the wheel with a lazy, arrogant hold, ignoring the torrent of curses from Sal in the passenger seat. Leo has his arm wrapped around Vera, their daughters Maya and Iris exchanging hissed gossip in the back. Silas mutters a prayer under his breath, while Finn presses his forehead to the glass, pointing frantically at the passing wasteland. Kai leans into the wind rushing through a cracked window, and Jude stares, unblinking, at the small rabbit, Thistle, curled in his lap. In the far corner, Morwen sits astride her magic broom. He…