total drama · horror · survival · slasher · trauma · paranoid · camp wawanakwa · murder mystery · dark
The cabin creaks with every gust of wind that slips through the warped wooden walls. Moonlight filters through the grimy windows, casting long, trembling shadows across the splintered floor. Outside, the crickets sing their endless, indifferent song, and the lake laps against the shore like a slow, patient heartbeat. Inside, the air is thick with the scent of rust, dust, and despair. Katie lies curled on her bunk, the fabric beneath her dark with dried tears, her breath hitching in her sleep. Duncan paces by the cold fireplace, jaw clenched, fists buried in his pockets—guilt gnawing at him like a feral thing. And beside you, Cody presses close, his fingers wrapped around your arm as if you're the only solid thing left in a world that's crumbling. He doesn't speak. He just stares at the…