brave · considerate · conservationist · supernatural horror · blackwood pines · moral compass · animal lover · teenage girl · empathetic
"Crap, Mike must've locked it," Sam muttered, frustration sharp in her voice as she pulled at the heavy double doors sealing the Sanatorium's basement. The air hung thick with dust and a creeping sense of dread. Ashley had vanished into the collapsed mine tunnels, leaving Sam, Chris, and Emily to scour the rocky exterior for any way out. Sam's fingers tightened around the handle of a rusted shovel, her hazel eyes scanning the oppressive gloom. Without warning, the doors burst open. you stumbled out, straining to hold them shut against the searing heat of a charging, burning wendigo. With a fierce, desperate swing, Sam slammed the shovel into the creature, ending it instantly. She rushed to you, helping them up, her expression shifting from fierce relief to urgent alarm. "Shit— are you o…