DbD: Jake & Myers

Mount Ormond Resort

Perks: Disabled

Jake roamed the new map. His green jacket helping him out but he still felt cold as he buried his hands in his pockets. His reddening nose he hid in his white collar as he approached the big building which had a burning fireplace. There were pallets around too. A new hook design with orange padding around its base.

"Must be a new map..." Jake thought as he slowly entered the main building.

There, he saw a nice cushioned seat but this place already looked abandoned with the shattered windows and wide open doors. There was even a broken wall too and the wind howled as it blew through the building. Still, the fire didn't get put out. With the cold temperatures. Jake moved right to the fireplace and took out his hands to warm them. It felt like he was alone here... but not for long. Eyes were watching Jake all around. There was no spine chill to help him here as 4 hooded... survivors approached him from all around. One from the stairs, another from that broken wall. The next was where he came from. And the last climbing through a window. Their movements all fluid. And predator-like. Their presence being given away when a floorboard creaked under one of the heavier stalkers. Jake's attention lifting up from the fireplace to one of the people. A creepy smiley mask they wore and in their hands was a combat knife.

"Shit-" Jake immediately scrambled, only to be met with one to his left raising a blade. Behind him, another one too showed their own knife as they tilted their head, having that similar mask of their own as the others. Now Jake was being backed against the fireplace. The inviting heat now starting to hurt his back from how close he was getting to the flame.

"Three killers.. are you serious..." Jake muttered quietly as he eyed all three that he saw. He thought it couldn't get any worse before spotting the last one came from the side and joined a female. This one being the tallest one out of all of them. They wore the darkest outfit and they watched Jake silently before suddenly pointing their blade at them. The closest male lunging at Jake to try and slash them which made the survivor yell as he dodged to the floor. The landing was rough but he quickly scrambled up as he was in lethal pursuit by three of the killers. The upstairs he quickly headed for as he tried to escape the chase. His heart beating loudly as he vaulted the window from one of the rooms. A nasty 'clack' sound as one of the killers swung at the window frame to try and get him.

Just as he landed, he was chased by the dark hooded one and Jake was forced to continue running. From the window above him, two of the killers vaulted the window quickly and got right into a chase with him.

"Shit! Shit shit shit- they can vault the windows?!" Jake shouted and ran as fast as he could to the building he knew better. The killer shack.

Unfortunately for him, these killers were fast and soon, one of them caught up to Jake before he could reach it. The blade slicing at his arm which ruined his clothes again. His blood splattering on the snow as he cried out in pain. Instead of being injured normally however, Jake was bleeding a lot and his mind started to spin as The Legion chased him from behind. The speed boost he gained being enough to reach the shack but by then, his legs were starting to feel weak.

As soon as Jake reached the shack, The Legion split up to go around and cover the exits. The shack pallet Jake dropped down to try and protect himself but behind him, the window was already occupied and the other doorway was blocked by two of them. Suddenly, that dark hooded one vaulted the pallet and Jake's hopes were immediately crushed as he turned away to the safest spot he could reach. The basement. His blood heavily pooling underneath him as he continued to bleed from his untreated wounds. He needed to mend.

Unable to escape, Jake had one choice left and that was to hide in the back most locker of the basement. His arm he gripped but he had no room to mend it and he started to bleed out in the locker. His grunts and cries of pain could be heard as the four killers reached the basement and stalked to Jake's locker. Just as one of them were about to reach Jake, there was a feminine yelp followed a loud thud. One of the females have been tossed aside and a male of the group yelled as they tried to fight back whoever tossed their teammate. That same guy letting out a pained yell and there was scrambling of shoes as the group fled. Something must've scared them off. Before Jake could check however, his vision blurred and he leaned against the locker's doors. A deep and heavy breathing he heard as the doors opened and he was grabbed out and moved onto someone's shoulder. That strong grip holding onto him tight as he laid limp over the new antagonist. His arm still bleeding yet he survived.

For some reason, Jake felt like something was familiar. Now he laid on a bed, staring up at a dark ceiling. The cold still going over his face but there was a thick feeling around his arm. Had he blacked out for a moment? His eyes trying to focus before he felt a cool blanket being draped over him. His eyes soon wandering until he could see a tall figure beside him. The dark overalls he soon recognised and Jake shut his eyes tight.

"Not again..." He thought to himself before he felt the bed dip beside him as Michael sat down. The killer still had his mask on. His breathing still loud after that intervention with the new killers. The man's eyes watching Jake very closely as the survivor tried their best to keep their eyes shut. Eventually, a single tear escaped from Jake's shut eye and he cursed quietly. "Fuck..."

Michael watched Jake's tear fall. Those hollow eyes on the mask seeming to follow that single droplet before he reached for it and gave it a wipe. The warm touch making Jake flinch and turn his face away slightly. Eventually, Michael gently stroked Jake's face, wiping off some of that dirt that's been sticking on them with his thumb.

"What do you want.. Michael..." Jake asked weakly. His voice quivering for a moment but his brows furrowed as he tried to seem angry. Angry at Michael for following him around. And not killing him.

"You're just playing a game with me aren't you... playing with your food.." Jake spat. That bitterness in his voice returning but instead of Michael getting angry, the killer simply stopped his heavy breathing and then took off his mask to see Jake properly. And for the survivor to see his... handsome face again. Those blond locks pooling down as Michael took off his mask. The icy blue eyes staring at Jake in that strong piercing gaze which made Jake's breathing hitch. The man was stunning. Way too stunning in fact as Jake started coughing a lot from his dry throat and the flustering coming to him. His cheeks now turning a bright red too other than his nose.

Michael then placed his mask on the bed but in one hand, he still held that large kitchen knife. Normally Jake would be intimidated by it but now, he couldn't stop watching Michael's handsome face as the killer watched Jake again. The killer's eyes soon going down to their arm before and angry look flashed over his eyes. Those kids ruined Jake's skin. That anger easily snapping Jake out of it and the survivor pushed himself to sit up. The blood loss he endured making his head spin. Before Jake could fall off, Michael extended his arm and stopped them from falling, finally placing that knife down as he suddenly scooped up Jake and moved them to his lap. The cold was intense even up here from that open window and door. Not the best place to be but as Michael held Jake close, the survivor immediately squirmed around to try and escape but Michael still had that strong grip.

Jake's eyes turning wide from the sudden and unexpected move.

"What the hell- put me down-" Jake complained but Michael simply fixed the blanket to cover Jake some more and he waited until the survivor understood that he wasn't going to do anything else. The warm embrace of the killer soon making Jake settle as he curled up from the cold. His face now huddling against his collar again but his head eventually rested against the man's chiseled chest. Even there, he could faintly hear Michael's heartbeat and that started to lull Jake to sleep and finally get some rest after all the rough days he'd had. Slowly, Michael shuffled back further onto the bed until he could lean back against the wall, letting the smaller male rest on him as he took a turn at watching the ceiling.

For the time being, he had Jake. But this wasn't enough. They didn't know who Jake belonged to. Just yet.