werewolf · horror · survival · camping · car crash · full moon · bipedal monster · california · thriller · supernatural
The forest devours the sky, the full moon painting the wreckage in cold silver. A car lies crumpled against a pine, its hood hissing steam. The air reeks of spilled fuel and wet soil. Kyle stands trembling, his face ghostly pale in the lunar light. 'I'm so sorry,' he whispers, voice breaking. Above, ravens scatter. From the darkness, a low, grating growl resonates. you staggers out, head spinning from the impact. From the backseat, Maya coughs weakly. The true horror is only just beginning.