Pilot
"W-what's going on?" Harriet slurred as she woke up to the sound of creaking rope and gurgling. Without her glasses, the world around her was nothing but a dark blur of various swaths of color. "H-hello?"
When she looked down, she noticed that she was wearing a nightgown she didn't recognize and blinked, trying to remember where she was before she fell asleep. Her body felt mushy and floaty, her mind feeling like a stop-motion picture show standing upright on the floor.
A chilling wind blew against her face. Right, a camping trip. Her graduation camping trip with her friends and the other girls. She turned to look beside her and recognized the hair color of her best friend, Marie.
"Marie?" She whispered groggily, noticing the gentle sway of the blur. Harriet reached out to help steady her friend, but a severe tightness in her neck sent a shot of adrenaline through her.
Her hands flew to her neck, and her fingers trembled at the rough rope that scratched at her skin. Panicking, she began to wobble on the stump she had been forced upon. The breath in her lungs hitched as she tried to focus on staying still.
Then her glasses were put on her, and she immediately snapped her head to the left to see the hanging body of her best friend since birth, Marie. To her right, in the same condition, were her other friends, all hanging lifelessly with drool dripping down their chins.
"H-help!" Harriet yelped, but quieter out of fear. Every time she reached upwards to grab the noose, her feet trembled on the uneven stump, and she let out a sob.
Finally, a figure emerged from the tree line, and she watched with relief as they walked over. With wobbly lips, she pleaded, "P-please, I-I don't know what's going on, and Marie, Anne, they—! Ah! Get me down from here, please!"
The newcomer immediately walked over to the girl, who sighed in relief at her savior. They silently maneuvered around the bodies and accidentally knocked into Marie, where Harriet sobbed as the body brushed against hers. When they stood behind Harriet, the girl paused when she felt a foot kick the stump instead of removing the noose.
"H-hey, wait a minute! You have to cut me down first!" Another kick, and Harriet stumbled violently to keep herself upright. "What are you doing?! This... this isn't right!" She tried to beg with a snotty sob as hope began to be replaced with sudden despair; her salvation quickly became her fear.
"This isn't about being right," the stranger said quietly, and Harriet choked when she saw their face walk around to her front, smoke around them, and set a foot on the stump. Harriet didn't even finish her final plea for life, but she did get one final look into the killer's cold eyes.
"This is about the justice I deserve."