drag my teeth across your chest to taste your beating heart
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In which a group of counsellors are stuck at Hackett's Quarry Summer Camp for one more night that soon turns into a night of survival
(the quarry)
(aroace fem! oc)
(nick furcillo x fem! o...
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Chapter Twenty-Seven: Uncertainty
(The Belly Of The Beast, Part 6)
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Allison looked around at the doomsday supply room, seeing nothing that screamed either Hackett or werewolf. Just a lot of supplies on the shelves and nothing else, the sound of water dripping filling the silence as Allison, Ryan and Laura walked further into the room, trying to find anything that told them that.
That was the moment the door swung closed behind them.
Allison, Ryan and Laura turned to the door, before turning back. Allison felt disappointed that the door had closed—and probably locked itself—with them still inside, but there was nothing they could do about it. And it wasn't as if they could escape the way they'd come in.
Instead, they decided to keep investigating. Allison looked around the room, just as she heard muffled voices above.
"Keep it down," Laura hissed.
"You keep it down," Ryan retorted.
"Shh!"
"You both keep it down, or we're screwed," Allison scolded as she took out an arrow, readying it against her bow just in case.
The muffled voices kept speaking as she, Allison and Laura investigated, Laura whispering, "This way. Come on."
Allison and Ryan listened, before Ryan grabbed her arm and pointed. Following his line of vision, she saw three large tanks, the type that seemed to hold alcohol brewing inside them.
"This is an old still," Laura realised as she also saw them.
"I guess business was booming," Ryan mused.
"Yeah, back during the Prohibition," Allison observed, looking at the cobwebs and the rust and how abandoned the stills looked and that they were underground.
They looked at each other before continuing on searching, before Allison noticed a red light.
"Over there," she whispered, pointing with her arrow.
Ryan and Laura, noticing, headed over her way. They looked at each other before Ryan walked forward, only to slip in a patch of water. Allison lunged, dropping the arrow to grab Ryan and steady him as Laura hissed, "Careful!"
"I'm okay," Ryan assured as he straightened while Allison picked up her arrow, nocking it against her bow again as they walked up to the red-lit room.
When they were about to enter, Allison heard growling and she knew, deep in her bones, this was the source of the roar they'd heard earlier in the cave.
Standing just in front of it as the growling continued, Laura lowered her gun and whispered, "It's coming from up ahead."
Swallowing back her fear and replacing it with steely determination, Allison readjusted her grip, making sure she held the arrow firmly, as they entered the room.
