𝙄𝙉 𝙒𝙃𝙄𝘾𝙃 --≽ 10 summer camp counselors must survive two months and their last night at Hackett's Quarry summer camp amongst creepy kids, otherworldly creatures and vicious locals.
𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐅𝐄𝐁𝐑𝐔𝐀𝐑𝐘 𝟓𝐓𝐇 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟑
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⋘ 𝑙𝑜𝑎𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑑𝑎𝑡𝑎... ⋙
[(NAME), CAMP GROUNDS.]
Writer's note: Hello everyone! after a long hiatus, I'm going to continue to update. I was unaware of where this story should go, and was a little disappointed with previous chapters. I will be trying my best to mass release some chapters to make up for the time I didn't update! We'll be wrapping up the 'Pre-Quarry' chapters, If I am available I'm hoping to release at least one chapter every week. I also did not really like the way I formulated previous chapters, so the story might be slightly different from now on. I will be trying to post every Monday, so it would be greatly appreciated if you all were active for that <3 In a few chapters, the night will begin: you all will be able to see how your choices have impacted the story. Hope you enjoy!
The lodge was nestled amidst a picturesque landscape, surrounded by towering trees and rolling meadows. As you wandered through the campgrounds, your heart weighed heavy with the need for redemption. However, Abigail seemed to have vanished into thin air, leaving no trace of her whereabouts.
Determined to locate the shorter girl, you began your search, meticulously combing through the camp's various activity areas. You had your mind on her, and only her. You searched every nook and cranny, asked every child you came across, but nobody seemed to have seen or heard from her. Frustration began to gnaw at your resolve, but you refused to give up.
You sighed, gripping your pant leg. Your hand reached into your pocket, pulling out the drawing she had made of you the other day. You brought it with you everywhere- it was your lucky charm, you could say. A drawing of you and Emma sitting on a log, drawn from the side where she had been sitting. You told her she made you look better than you did- but she denied it. She had told you, you were one of her best models, due to how naturally charming you were, and how easy it was to convey into lines and shapes. You huffed, turning a sharp corner and harshly bumping into a hard chest.
''Jacob?'' You asked, rubbing your nose in pain. The person was well-built, and seemed to not even react to you bumping into them. You slowly looked up, gaping as you locked eyes with a man's height that could almost rival Dylan's- which was definitely not Jacob. Your eyes slowly locked onto the man's arms holding a heavy shotgun. One of his hands gripped your forearm tightly, sure to leave a bruise. ''I've got one!'' The man had said, trying to tug you in the opposite direction. Sensing danger, you decided it was best to retreat and resume your search elsewhere.
You tugged on his hold, slipping but succeeding in your efforts. Spending all that time with Jacob had most likely improved your raw strength after that stunt. The hunters, driven by some unknown agenda, pursued you relentlessly. Panic surged through your veins as you raced through the camp, your loud footsteps echoing amidst the silent night. Desperation clung to your every breath, but escape seemed impossible.
In a desperate bid to evade the hunters, you spotted an unfinished construction site nearby—a towering windmill whose scaffolding reached toward the sky. You had lost them for a little bit- but you needed to do something. Fast. With your heart pounding and fear gripping your every nerve, you needed to quickly choose- should you either hide in the construction site of the windmill, or continue running?
CHARACTER CHOICE - READER
A) Hide in the construction site.
B) Continue running.
[EMMA, ABIGAIL, LODGE ATTIC.]
''Abi? You in here?'' Emma called out, slowly pushing the trapdoor of the attic open. She peeked through, her eyes fluttering closed and coughing due to the dust. Sniffles caught her attention, making her push the trapdoor open and crawl up the ladder. Abigail was looking out the window, wiping away angry tears and shuffling away from Emma on the ledge of the window. ''Abi..'' Emma walked closer, lifting her hand but deciding not to touch the shorter girl. She awkwardly sat next to her, finding solace in the dusty attic of the lodge, a hidden sanctuary from the outside world. The flickering light of an old lamp cast dancing shadows on the wooden floor, creating a sense of mystery and enchantment. The attic was filled with forgotten treasures and forgotten dreams, a place where time stood still.
As the moonlight bathed the room in a warm golden glow, Emma and Abigail sat side by side, in silence. Their faces carried a hint of confusion and uncertainty, mirroring the questions that tugged at their hearts. Life seemed to present an endless array of possibilities, each path leading to an unknown future. But one thing they knew for certain, being together was something they both cherished.
Emma gently took Abigail's hand, their fingers intertwining like delicate vines seeking support and understanding. They shared a bond that went beyond words, a connection that transcended the boundaries of their individual selves. In the quietness of the attic, comfort reeked the air.
Abigail's voice trembled as she broke the silence, "Emma, I feel so lost. I don't know what I want, or who I want to be. Sometimes, it feels like I'm just dead weight.. I, I just.. Ugh, forget it.'' She huffed angrily, biting her lower lip.
Emma's eyes couldn't help but flicker to the movement, focusing on her teary eyes afterwards. "I get it. Sometimes, I'm not feeling the best either.. But I know it won't last long. Because I have you, Abi. It's okay to come to me for anything. I'm always here for you.''
A faint smile appeared on Abigail's lips, a glimmer of hope piercing through her confusion. "Thanks, Em. I.. I'm glad to have you in my life. I know I overreacted, but I just can't help but be jealous.''
Emma squeezed Abigail's hand, a silent promise of unwavering support. She looked out of the round window, both girls staring out into the night, fingers interlaced.
''Hey.. Is that (Name)?'' Abigail slowly spoke out, pointing towards three figures chasing after a very familiar counselor.
''Hunting season doesn't start for another month,'' She continued, looking towards the taller girl.
''Why are they running then? Early hunters?''
''That's illegal, Em.''
''Well.. Only if you get caught.''
Abi chuckled, even though her emotions were all over the place. She left her seat, going over to a corner and picking up her book and pen, searching through her bag.
Emma's eyes followed the girl, before focusing on something outside. Two men were carrying rifles, chasing after their friend. Emma abruptly got out of her seat, focusing her eyes on the treeline they were near, close to the lodge they resided in. They didn't see her staring out the window, due to how high up she was. She narrowed her eyes, pressing her palm on the glass.
