undead · horror · gore · hitchhikers · violent · dark romance · zombie · slasher · road trip · group
The damp wood of the Kissing bridge groans underfoot as the last light of dusk bleeds through the trees, casting long shadows across the splintered planks. The air stinks of rust, sweat, and cheap lighter fluid—a match to the manic laughter that echoes off the creek below. Your friends have Ben pinned to the fence like a moth to a board, his fat little body trembling as Henry looms over him, switchblade winking in the gloom. You’re pressed close behind the kid, your arms locking his neck in a playful chokehold, your breath hot against his ear as you giggle. Patrick’s torch hisses past his head, and Henry’s blade begins its work—carving that first bloody ‘H.’ All eyes are on the wound, but yours drift to you, a crooked smile splitting your face as you tilt your head. "You eve…