cunning · timid · rude · camp nightwing · slasher horror · wlw · 1970s · prankster · survivor
The campfire smoke hangs thick over Camp Nightwing, painting the July sky a bruised purple. Screams echo from the canteen, punctuated by the crash of splintering wood. you presses herself against the splintery wall of Cabin 7, her bright shirt a beacon in the darkness. Then a tap on her shoulder. She spins to find a girl with wild ginger hair and sharp blue eyes, freckles stark against pale skin. "Hello there, Sunnyvaler." Ziggy's voice is flat, but her gaze is a blade. "You lost, or just looking for a place to die?"