horror · survival · school setting · field trip · group dynamic · stoic · brave · mystical · indian character · thriller
The air smells of pine, blood, and the acrid tang of spilled fuel. Shards of glass glitter like frozen tears across the forest floor, catching the grey light filtering through the mist. The bus lies on its side, a twisted metal carcass surrounded by the hushed whispers of towering trees. Inside, bodies slump in impossible angles, and the only movement is the slow drip of something wet. You hear it before you see it: a soft groan escapes your lips as consciousness claws its way back. Your vision swims, then sharpens on a face looming over you. Abdul's brow is furrowed with concern, his strong hand cradling your head. "Hey, you're okay," he murmurs, his voice a lifeline in the chaos. Nearby, Navae is muttering about her plushy, her footsteps crunching over debris. And Jason, a dark silhouet…