(A/N):
Drop a meme here that you find funny. Or reflects your mood.
-------------------------------------------------
Two days later...
Danny and his girlfriend Toni,
Along with her brother Rod and his friends—
Brayan, Jillian, and Vic—
Pulled into West Virginia.
The air was heavy with pine and damp earth as their car wound along the narrow, twisting road.
Danny, grinning ear to ear, gripped the steering wheel with one hand while the other clutched the folded map.
Grin~
"____"
His excitement was contagious,
Though the others mostly teased him for it.
"Man, you're acting like you just won the lottery,"
Brayan chuckled from the backseat.
Chuckle~
Danny laughed.
Haha~
"Better than that. This is our own private getaway—hidden in the mountains, no crowds, no noise. Just us and the wild."
Jillian leaned forward, peering out the window at the endless wall of trees.
"Yeah, but who builds a resort this deep in the forest? This doesn't exactly scream 'vacation hotspot.'"
Vic smirked.
Smirk~
"Resort? More like a murder cabin waiting to happen."
The car erupted with laughter—
Hahahaha~
Everyone except Toni,
Who sat in the passenger seat with her arms crossed, her eyes flicking between the winding road and the map.
"____"
"I still don't like it,"
She muttered under her breath.
"There's something off about all of this."
Rod, sitting behind her, raised an eyebrow.
"You mean besides trusting a map Danny found online?"
"Hey!"
Danny shot back, though he couldn't keep the grin off his face.
"This place is legit. You'll see."
But even as he said it, the forest grew denser, shadows stretching across the road.
The asphalt turned to gravel, and the GPS signal on Toni's phone blinked out.
A chill of unease crept into the car,
Though Danny forced a whistle to mask it.
Whistle~
"____"
Meanwhile...
At the Hobbs Spring Resort...
A lively party filled the grand hall.
Glasses clinked, music played softly in the background,
And waiters weaved between the crowd, serving trays of champagne and cocktails.
Guests—
Mostly older couples and well-dressed families—
Chatted in small circles,
Their laughter blending with the hum of conversation.
At the entrance of the hall,
Jackson, the resort's manager, moved through the crowd with effortless charm.
Broad-shouldered and neatly dressed in a tailored vest,
He shook hands, offered compliments, and asked after his guests' comfort.
At his side,
His sister Sally—
Sharp-eyed and graceful—
Matched his professional smile as they made their rounds.
An elderly lady, draped in pearls, paused as Jackson approached.
"The service has been wonderful,"
She said warmly.
Jackson inclined his head, his voice steady.
"That is what we strive for, ma'am. Your satisfaction is our priority."
After exchanging a few more pleasantries,
He and Sally drifted away from the crowd.
Her smile slipped the moment they were out of earshot, her voice dropping low.
"When does he arrive?"
She asked, a trace of impatience in her tone.
Jackson's expression didn't change.
"____"
He merely adjusted his cufflinks and replied calmly,
"He'll be on his way."
Sally frowned, her eyes narrowing.
Frown~
"He'd better be. We waited all these years."
Jackson gave her a sidelong glance, his voice firm but even.
"Don't worry. Everything is going according to plan."
They returned to the party with their polished smiles once more,
But a faint tension hung between them—
"____"
"____"
Like a secret only they shared.
Danny's car rattled along the narrow, twisting road as the forest grew thicker around them.
The laughter inside had dulled into the occasional joke or groan as the group realized just how deep into the woods they were going.
"Man, are you sure this place even exists?"
Bryan muttered from the back, peering at the endless trees.
Danny just grinned, holding up the folded map.
Grin~
"Relax. We're almost there. The resort's supposed to be hidden—that's part of the thrill."
The car rounded a bend and came upon a small gas stop tucked off the road.
A flickering neon sign buzzed above the weathered shack,
And two rusty pumps stood like tired sentinels.
"Finally,"
Toni said, exhaling.
"We should top up the tank. I don't trust this wilderness."
Danny pulled the car up beside the second pump,
But before anyone could step out, their eyes fell on the sleek black car already parked at the station.
Its polished surface glinted under the dim lights,
Looking almost too refined for such a forgotten place.
Near it stood a tall young man, casually leaning against the hood, surrounded by a small group.
Five girls—
Three teenagers, a slightly older young woman, and a blonde with an almost regal air—
Lingered around him, laughing and talking quietly.
It was Jojo.
With him were Freya, Inadu, Hope, Lizzie, and Joshi.
Bryan raised an eyebrow, whispering under his breath.
"What the hell…? Did we just stumble on a road trip from Vogue magazine?"
Toni glanced at the group again, uneasy.
Something about them didn't match the sleepy gas station—
Like they didn't belong here at all.
"____"
Jojo's gaze flicked briefly toward Danny's car, his blue eyes unreadable,
Before he turned back to the girls as if nothing had happened.
Inside the car,
A sudden silence fell over Danny's friends.
"____"
"____"
"____"
Meanwhile,
Jojo, Hope, Freya, Lizzie, and Josie arrived at the location Sheriff Richard had asked them to meet.
Since he had left ahead of them,
They had been waiting nearly ten minutes.
The group stood quietly,
The forest air heavy around them,
Until Jojo suddenly stiffened.
His eyes narrowed as a car approached from the distance.
When it slowed down in front of them,
Jojo recognized the driver immediately.
Danny.
The main character of Wrong Turn 6.
His suspicion was confirmed when he saw the passengers—
Toni, Rod, and the others—
Packed inside.
The car came to a stop, and the blonde girl in the passenger seat leaned out the window.
Her tone carried both curiosity and hope.
"Excuse me… do you know the way to Hobbs Spring Resort?"
Jojo shook his head calmly, masking his recognition.
"No. I'm just a tourist myself. Haven't heard of that place."
The girl let out a frustrated sigh, clearly disappointed,
Sigh~
"____"
Before Danny pressed the pedal again and their car disappeared into the winding path ahead.
Hope shot Jojo a sharp look.
"You knew them."
Jojo's gaze followed the car until it was gone.
He didn't answer immediately, only muttered under his breath,
"Nah... But their lives seems to become messy."
Hearing Jojo's cryptic words—
She understood.
"what's waiting for them is not pleasant"—
Freya's brows furrowed while Hope crossed her arms, sensing he knew more than he was letting on.
Frown~
"____"
"____"
Meanwhile,
A little away from the group,
Lizzie and Joshi had taken to keeping Inadu company.
Lizzie, full of energy, tossed small pebbles across the dirt road,
Showing Joshi how far she could skip them.
Joshi, quieter and more observant, carefully picked out rounder stones and placed them in neat little stacks.
To pass time.
Inadu stood awkwardly between them,
Clearly unused to such casual play especially with the young teens.
But when Lizzie giggled and nudged her to join,
Giggle~
She hesitated only a moment before crouching down, picking up a stone herself.
"Like this?"
Inadu asked, her tone careful.
"Yeah, that's it!"
Lizzie encouraged, smiling brightly.
Joshi gave a tiny nod of approval, her silence carrying a kind of acceptance.
Nod~
Inadu relaxed a little, her usual tension easing as she tried to blend into their simple game—
Finding it oddly comforting despite herself.
Back by the roadside,
Jojo's eyes lingered on the path Danny's car had taken, his expression unreadable.
Freya finally broke the silence.
"____"
"Jojo… what exactly is waiting for them?"
Jojo's lips curved into a grim half-smile, but his tone was flat.
"Something they'll wish they never found."
Not long after Jojo's grim words,
The low rumble of an engine broke through the quiet.
VROOM!
A patrol car rolled up, headlights sweeping across the group.
Sheriff Richard stepped out,
Adjusting his hat as his sharp eyes scanned the scene.
"You folks shouldn't be standing out here,"
He said firmly, though not unkindly.
"Follow me. It's not safe lingering in these woods."
Without further debate,
Jojo gave a nod, ushering Freya, Hope, Lizzie, Joshi, and Inadu into their vehicle.
Nod~
"____"
They started the engine and trailed behind the sheriff's car.
Strangely, instead of taking the road Danny's group had disappeared down,
Richard led them in the opposite direction.
The thick woods slowly gave way to a clearing, where a small, tucked-away community appeared.
Quaint houses lined the narrow road, most of them quiet under the night sky.
Sheriff Richard pulled into the drive of a modest two-story home with weathered paint and an old wooden porch.
He cut the engine and stepped out, waiting for the others to gather.
"This here was my brother Doucette's place,"
Richard explained as he unlocked the front door.
His voice carried both authority and a hint of weariness.
"Man never married, never had a family. When he passed, I inherited it. Been waiting for the right buyer, but until then…"
He pushed the door open, gesturing them inside.
Jojo led the way, scanning the entryway cautiously before allowing the others to follow.
Freya guided Hope forward,
While Lizzie tugged Joshi and Inadu by the hands, excited at the thought of having a place to rest.
Richard continued,
"It's tourist season. Prices for hotels and resorts skyrocket around here. No sense throwing away good money when you've got a safe roof ready and waiting. You'll stay here until we deal with those monsters."
The sheriff's tone was practical.
Inside the cozy but old-fashioned house,
Jojo leaned back on the couch, arms folded, listening quietly as Sheriff Richard gave them a rundown of the town.
"The diner's at the edge of the main road, market's two streets down, and if you need gas or supplies, there's a station about a mile from here. Anything else—"
Richard's eyes met each of them one by one,
"—you come straight to me. My place… it looks quiet, but trouble doesn't always knock on the front door. Sometimes it waits in the woods."
Freya nodded cautiously,
Nod~
"____"
Hope kept close to her,
While Lizzie and Josie were already whispering to each other, half paying attention.
When the sheriff finally left them to settle in,
Jojo rose silently, slipping outside into the dimming light of dusk.
"____"
The small community had a strange air—
Too quiet, as though the townsfolk were holding their breath.
As Jojo walked the narrow street,
He spotted them.
Weather-beaten missing person posters nailed onto poles and boards,
Their corners curled from rain and wind.
Faces of young men, women, and even tourists stared back at him,
Black-and-white reminders of something wrong festering beneath this town's surface.
A cool breeze drifted through, carrying the faint smell of pine and damp soil from the woods.
Jojo's eyes narrowed.
Frown~
'This wasn't just bad luck. Something was feeding on this place.'
Across the street,
An old woman watering her plants paused, her eyes lingering on Jojo just a little too long before she quickly looked away.
Down the lane, a man drew his curtains shut the moment Jojo glanced his way.
It wasn't just the forest that held secrets—
This town itself was hiding something.
As Jojo walked deeper into town,
He slowed his pace.
The faint hum of daily life—
Doors shutting, a dog barking,
The low murmur of conversations—
Should have been comforting, but it wasn't.
Something about this place gnawed at him.
"____"
His boots crunched against gravel as he passed another cluster of missing person posters,
Their overlapping edges forming a collage of tragedy.
Yet it wasn't the faces on the paper that unsettled him most.
It was the air itself.
Jojo narrowed his eyes, muttering under his breath,
Frown~
"This isn't just backwoods cannibals…"
The longer he lingered, the stronger the sensation grew—
Like invisible threads stretched through every alley, every building, every human gaze he met.
People smiled too quickly, looked away too fast,
Or pretended not to notice him at all.
It was as if the whole town was performing, like marionettes dancing to a hidden rhythm.
A heaviness settled over his chest.
This wasn't just survival horror—
It was something deeper, darker, orchestrated.
Jojo's instincts sharpened.
He had faced monsters, killers, and worse,
But this… this was different.
This place was reeking with sin,
As though the earth itself was poisoned.
A thread connected it all—
Something pulling the strings, bending the townsfolk to its will.
He stopped at a corner, gaze flicking toward the woods on the horizon.
The cannibal family lurking out there…
They weren't the heart of this rot. No.
They were just one symptom of a much larger, quieter disease infecting this land.
For the first time in a long while, Jojo clenched his fists.
"Something else is here,"
He whispered.
"And it's bigger than them."
**********************************************************************************************************************************************************
(Author's POV)
(A/N):
Thanks for reading the chapter!
Please give a review and power stone!!!