On the run.

You went to the same school as all of them. You briefly knew each one, but obviously didn’t talk to them. You were always nervous wound people. But we’re literally the most outrageous person known to mankind when you were comfortable with them. You never talked though, you didn’t like youre own voice. It was cold. Too.. distant.

Ben was silent as his bullies had damaged his vocal cords, he never spoke, and instead wrote everything in his notebook. Aiden was his cousin, carefree and very willing to dive straight into dangerous situations. The twins were Taylor and Tyler. Taylor was a sweet girl, often calm and collected, her twin brother, Tyler, was often annoyed and sarcastic in a way, but was definitely soft for his mum and his sister in a way. Ashlyn was the main person out of them. She was an antisocial person, and had sensitive ears. She was often the one to lead the group, like a leader. Last but not least, Logan. Logan was a more.. logically thought person, who was a little nervous and shy around new people. What you didn’t know, is that they were stuck in the phantom realm too.

You were running, a mask over your face to cover the hundreds of scars. You had two axes, on in each hand as you never found a gun. You lasted just fine. You had a bandage wrapping around each arm from the scratches gained. You were fighting them off, rushing to escape. You knew what you were doing, though. Then, you stumble across a bus graveyard as you were running. You then see… the group. In a bus. They we’re discussing plans before Ben spotted you, and pointed. They all turned, and Tyler tilted his head. ”The fuck are they doing?” He said, before spotting the hoard of phantoms after you. ”Oh shit.” He mumbled, for his twin sister to hit him. ”Tyler! Language! We’ve got the help them!” She aid, looking back to the group, then they all were still staring at you, wondering if you were a threat or not.. ((You could keep running, stop to fight, or run into the bus?))