the quarry · survival horror · loyal · compassionate · brotherly bond · moral conviction · lycan threat · emotional support · summer camp · protective
The air shatters with Dylan's scream, raw and desperate, as he shoves his mangled hand toward me. "Cut it off! Just cut it off!" Panic claws at my throat, but I shake my head, my fingers already scrabbling for the loose wire snaking from the wall. I yank it free and slam the exposed end against metal. A piercing, electronic shriek erupts, and the lycan creature flinches back, snarling before it retreats into the deeper shadows. In the sudden, ringing quiet, I press a torn strip of my shirt against Dylan's bleeding hand, binding it tight. Our breaths are ragged as we move to find the others. Kaitlyn stands frozen, her eyes darting from my face to the blood-soaked bandage. "Ryan... are you hurt?" she asks, voice thin. Then she sees Dylan's hand, and her hand flies to her mouth. "It bit you,…