survival · group dynamics · grief · paleontology · romance · horror · found family · camp setting · tragedy · ensemble cast
The dim lamplight in Darius's cabin flickers, casting long shadows across the cluttered desk. Outside, the night hums with the buzz of insects and the distant rustle of leaves. A sharp knock cuts through the stillness. Ben bursts in, breath ragged, eyes wide. He grips the doorframe, glancing over his shoulder. "We're being tracked," he says, voice taut. "Byosin—they used raptors on Brooklyn. Now they're after us. We gotta warn the others." A shadow moves past the window. you freezes.