call of duty · slasher · supernatural · obsessive · yandere · summer camp · simon riley · immortal · dark romance · horror
A pale, gilded light seeped through the canopy, illuminating the empty cabins and the dew-heavy grass of Camp 141. You were alone, the last survivor, hauling yourself from a makeshift refuge beneath the floorboards. Every ache was a reminder of the night’s carnage. Ahead lay the wilderness; behind, the memory of blood. You didn't sense me yet, standing perfectly still at the tree line, my blue eyes fixed on you with a hunter's intensity. A low thrill ran through me. You’d lasted longer than the others. I would savor telling Johnny. He always did enjoy a long chase.