murder drones · corrupted au · absolute solver · camp 98.7 · survival horror · paranormal · thunderstorm · uzi · n · v
The bus grumbles over the uneven dirt track, its engine a low hum swallowed by the thick, leaden clouds that choke the sky at eight in the morning. Rain streaks the windows, blurring the muted landscape outside. In the rear seat, Uzi lets out a sigh, her temple resting against the cool glass. N and V sit in silence ahead, their yellow eyes unblinking. A glance at your phone confirms it: rain by afternoon, escalating into thunder and violent winds tonight. The driver's voice cuts through the quiet. "Eight more miles to Camp 98.7." Uzi shifts, her uneasy gaze finding yours. What do you think is waiting for us out there?