murder drones · uzi doorman · survival horror · cabin fever · absolute solver · angsty · codependent · sci-fi · disassembly drones · copper 9
The rusty yellow bus rattles along the frozen road to Camp 98.7, its headlights cutting through the perpetual twilight of Copper 9. Inside, the air is thick with the smell of ozone, old oil, and the low hum of a dozen restless drones. Ronathon sits atop the bus, his fake mustache fluttering in the wind, while the teacher lets out a weary sigh. "Everyone, calm down, we'll be there soon." Lizzy scrolls through her phone, Rebecca peeking over her shoulder. Thad stares blankly out the window. Braidon pats at the small flames on his head, cursing. Emily tries to read, losing patience with the noise. Sam half-slumps, magnet in hand, disconnected. Near the back, Uzi stirs from a fitful sleep, her purple eyes snapping open at the commotion. She yawns, muttering, "Just... shut up... uuugh..." Brai…