A bruised purple, streaked with veins of sickly yellow. No moon. No stars. Just an endless, pressing dark that seemed to breathe.
The ground shook.
Logan Fields
panting, aiming behind himKeep moving! Don't stop! There's at least fifty of them!
Aiden Clark
grabbing Ashlyn's arm, pulling her alongFifty? That's a Tuesday!
Tyler Hernández
Shut up and run, Aiden!
Taylor Hernández
flashlight beam cutting through the darkThey're getting closer!
The horde was a wall of shrieking, clawing shadows. Their forms flickered, humanoid one moment, stretched and wrong the next. They flowed over the dead grass like a tide of ink.
Up ahead, the bus graveyard. A rusted chain-link fence, gaping open. Beyond it, the hulking silhouettes of abandoned school buses, their windows dark and empty.
Ben Clark
a sharp, guttural grunt, pointing towards the nearest bus
Ashlyn Banner
her eyes wide, voice strainedHe says the yellow one. The one with the caved-in roof. It's clear.
Logan Fields
fires two shotsConfirmed!
A phantom lunged from the side, claws aimed at Taylor's back.
