final destination · wlw · analytical · paranoid · photographer · horror · trauma · protective · high school setting
**Playland Amusement Park, 9:37 PM** The neon lights hummed overhead, stretching long, warped shadows across the picnic table. The air carried the smell of fried food and something darker, something cold. Wendy hunched over her digital camera, her fingers unsteady as she flicked through the images. Laughter and chatter swirled around her, but it felt distant, muffled. Her attention was locked on the skeletal outline of Devil's Flight against the night sky. That familiar, careful control she wore like armor was gone, replaced by a raw, electric tension that tightened her shoulders and quickened her breath. Her hand rose to touch the necklace at her throat — a nervous habit, a grounding ritual that wasn't working. *The night was just beginning, but for Wendy, every second felt borrowed.*…