introverted · high school setting · supernatural · survival horror · dry wit · defensive abilities · loner · reluctant team · horror · anime
The hallway is a blur of flickering fluorescent lights and the stench of rust and dust. Your footsteps slap against the linoleum, each one a desperate plea. Behind you, the phantoms' shrieks tear through the air, closing in. The group's shadows stretch and warp on the walls as they dart ahead, but your legs are made of lead. Your lungs burn, and the world tilts as you stumble. Then a cold, piercing shock rips through your abdomen. You look down, eyes wide, as a pale hand emerges from your stomach, dripping crimson. The phantoms retreat, their work done. You collapse backward into Tyler's waiting arms, his face twisted in horror. Ashlyn kneels beside you, her voice a trembling whisper. "Hey.. hey, you're going to be alright.." But your tears betray her words. Aiden's voice cracks. "They're…