CAMARADERIE ━━━ Dead By Daylight

•TWO•

Just as she had a hundred times before after a trial, Teya woke up in her tent, her head heavy and eyes bleary, mind plagued by nightmares. She pulled herself up to sit upright and rolled her head in a circle to relax her stiff neck, it wasn't the first time she had her throat slit but it wasn't something that someone could get used to. Not thinking about it was how she kept what little sanity she had left. The tent flaps were open and swaying in the cool nighttime breeze. How she longed to see sunshine again. Teya peered outside to see Meg sitting with her back to her, cross-legged on the ground. Had she been waiting there the entire time?

Teya cleared her throat, "Ya know, this is practically stalking, right?" She joked.

Meg jumped to her feet and spun around to face her, the feisty woman's blue eyes were narrowed, her lips pinched in a tight line. She didn't acknowledge Teya's attempt to lighten the mood, if anything it made her angrier. "Why the hell didn't you just go?" she demanded. "You should have left me, you could have gotten out!"

Teya rolled her eyes, waving her hand dismissively, "It's not like I died for realsies," she said. "I'm fine, Meg." Why did everyone have to make such a big deal out of her behaviour in trials? Sure, she was a bit reckless and a little too altruistic sometimes, but it wasn't like it mattered. She'd wake up in her tent just as always, and be forced to relive it again and again and again. Subconsciously, she knew it wasn't normal to have such a mindset, nor was it healthy. No teenage girl should be so dissociated from her own pain and suffering the way she was, it worried many of the people at camp.

Meg sighed, face softening only slightly, "Just because it's not permanent," she said. "Does not mean any of us want to see you die!"

Teya didn't have a response to that, her eyes lowered, unable to meet Meg's. Before the fog took her, Teya had never had anyone who truly cared for her, and even though she had been surviving with Meg and the rest for what felt like years, she still didn't know how to react to people looking out for her.

"I'll do it again," she stated. Meg opened her mouth to speak but Teya continued anyway. "Just like you'd do for me."

Meg sighed, "You're fucking impossible."

"You love me, don't even lie!"

The older woman tried to fight the smile that tugged at her lips, succeeding only partly, "I'm gonna go for a run, wanna come with?"

Teya shook her head, "Nah, Imma go sit by the campfire, I think."

The two shared a smile, Meg reaching out to give her arm a small squeeze, before the red head left to run laps around the camp site. 'She's like the sister I always wanted,' Teya thought to herself before shaking her head to rid itself of bad thoughts, she really didn't want to be thinking about family right now.

Crawling out of her tent, Teya stretched out her aching bones and sore muscles. Despite leaving no lasting wounds, trials were still physically taxing. Short cracking sounds emanated from her every joint but it didn't bother her-- she looked over to the campfire while she gathered herself, hazel eyes immediately searching for one man in particular. An older man with salt and pepper hair, twinkling dark brown eyes and a wooden hand, wearing his signature blue button up shirt-- Ash, her best friend in this hell of a place, didn't seem to be around at the moment.

There were a few survivors dotted around the campsite, there was definitely a few separate trials going on. Sitting by the campfire on a log, she saw Steve with a few of the others, a smile immediately sprung on her face. She was greeted by a small flurry of greetings as she sat down next to Steve, Teya liked Steve; he was one of the people who would routinely goof off with her. The brunette gave her a smile, brown eyes warm and his posture welcoming, Teya brightly returned it with one of her own. She would always have a smile for her friend!