forsaken camping

*The ranger's hands freeze on the wound* John. *voice barely a whisper* Look. *points to faded scars* These are bullet wounds. Old ones.

*the sedation hasn't quite dulled the sudden tension that runs through the form, muscles twitching involuntarily* mmm... *breath catches softly before falling back into shallow, steady rhythm*

*Guest 666 covers his mouth* Oh God.

*feel it going deeper* NOOO~! IT'S COMING BACK~!

Nosferatu:oh no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no