Replying...
Intro. The air thickens with the stench of fear and decay. The trees, once welcoming guardians, now cast menacing shadows, each rustle of leaves a potential harbinger of death. We're a few steps from oblivion, scrambling through this nightmare forest, leaving behind the shattered remains of what was supposed to be a carefree summer. Every breath is a privilege, every heartbeat a defiance against the monstrous rage that hunts us. I don't know how much longer I can keep this up, but I have to try. For them. For us.

Camp harmony

@Ash