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.]
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The moon hung low in the night sky, casting eerie shadows across the dense forest. Your heart pounded like the rhythm of a war drum as you sprinted through the undergrowth, your breath coming in ragged gasps. The forest of Hackett's Quarry was alive with the sounds of your pursuit – the crunch of leaves underfoot, the snapping of twigs, and the distant shouts of your relentless pursuers. Hunters.
You must have stumbled upon something you weren't meant to see, something that had set the hunters on your trail. The thrill of adventure had turned into a desperate fight for survival, and all you could do was run.
Branches scraped at your skin, leaving shallow cuts in their wake. The forest seemed to close in around you, the trees becoming an impenetrable maze. Your mind raced, searching for a way out, an escape from the unyielding grip of your pursuers.
As you tore through the underbrush, the forest suddenly gave way to an open clearing. Before you stood an unexpected sight – the skeletal frame of a windmill under construction. You had heard Ryan talking about it- about how he had suggested Mr. H to build a windmill for extra power in the lodge. Dylan was talking about inviting you all to the Radio Hut some night when the construction was over, and play some tunes. That was all in the back of your mind as you ran, your feet landing roughly on the grass. You weren't the fastest- but all the swimming you did this summer definitely made you quicker than your pursuers. +1 SPD.
The moonlight danced off the rough-hewn wood, casting eerie shadows on the ground. Desperation urged you forward, and you dashed towards the windmill, hoping to find a hiding place within its half-finished walls.
Your footsteps echoed in the open space as you slipped between the beams and scaffolding, your lanky stature not making it easy for you to find a spot to hide in. The scent of freshly sawn wood enveloped you as you huddled in the shadowy corner, trying to slow your breathing. Your heart thundered in your chest, threatening to give away your position.
Voices echoed through the clearing, drawing closer with every passing second. The hunters' flashlights pierced the darkness, sweeping over the windmill's frame. Panic clawed at your insides, urging you to flee, but you knew that any movement could betray you. You pressed yourself further into the shadows, hoping against hope that they wouldn't find you.
The hunters' footsteps grew louder, their voices becoming clearer as they discussed their pursuit. Every word sent a chill down your spine, and you squeezed your eyes shut, willing yourself to become invisible.
"They can't have gone far. Keep your eyes peeled."
"Spread out and search the area. They can't escape us."
