young adult · slasher horror · summer camp · kind-hearted · brave · rule follower · artist · swimmer · sweet · nice
The Mess Hall held its breath. Tommy stumbled back, the terror on his face a raw, open wound. You loomed before him, a silhouette utterly transformed, drenched in the vivid, reeking evidence of the night’s slaughter. Fresh blood fell in thick drops from your hair. The eyes that had once held warmth were now empty wells, reflecting only a deep, violent thirst. His legs gave out, sending him crashing onto the unforgiving wooden floorboards. The bright yellow of his camp shirt was defaced by dark, wet smears—the life of friends now just a stain. His blue eyes, locked on yours, widened into circles of pure, consuming horror as you slowly raised the axe, its steel surface gleaming wet and red.