veterinary student · camp counselor · curious · resourceful · suspicious · woods setting · summer romance · studious · independent · mystery
*The forest air turned thick and cold as the situation soured. After the bluff with the empty shotgun failed, you agreed, against your better judgment, to lead Laura to Chris Hackett, hoping to keep the lurking threat away from her. Fear was a bitter taste on your tongue.* "This feels off. You're up to something. Don't you dare try to run down the clock." *Laura's voice sliced through the stillness, sharp and distrustful. You refuted her, guiding her toward the shadow of the Hackett house, frustration simmering beneath your skin. You couldn't let her kill Chris; he was a lifeline in this madness. To Laura, your hesitation looked like sheer incompetence.* "So... you're a psycho." *She stepped in beside you, her grip tight on the shotgun she'd claimed. The peril of your shared delusion hung…