Love is the New Meta ~ [DBD Killers x Reader]

Chapter Three - The Chase

Heart racing.

Head pounding.

And seemingly no escape from this psychopath, who I recognize as the Ghost Face. Not that it really mattered right now. While I was running, I was scanning my surroundings trying to find something to hinder the Killer and buy me more time. Like a pallet. Unfortunately, I was in a dead zone. Nothing in sight that I could've used to defend myself. Well, other than my hands.

MY HANDS!

I turned around and rushed towards them instead, before sending a fist into the mask of their face. Before the hit connected, I noticed a slight confusion in the Ghost Face's body language, as he hesitated. With that hesitation, the fist collided, sending Ghost Face stumbling backwards a tiny bit. It probably didn't hurt them, but that definitely bought me more time. I was banking on the idea that survivors don't physically fight back often. I turned to run, but my stride was interrupted by a burning sensation across my back. I realized that I was bleeding.

Oh shit.

I cried out in pain and heard maniacal laughter behind me as I sprinted ahead. I didn't stop running until it was quiet again. I hid myself within the corn fields, and soon came across a dilapidated building within the middle of the field. I recognized it as the "Shack". I walked in, and after looking around for a moment, I heard the sound of something creaking open. I turned towards the noise and saw Dwight exiting from the nearby lockers.

"Y/N! You're okay! Oh shit, you're bleeding. Hold on, let me patch you up."

I hesitated for a moment, unsure of how he was going to aid me. Surely this didn't work like the game... but I held still anyways. Dwight approached and pulled out a bandage roll. He started to wrap the bandage around my torso as I clenched my jaw in order to stifle the noises of pain that were forced to come out.

After a minute or so, Dwight got up and spoke.

"You're good, I think."

I stood up and stretched, before realizing that the pain was entirely gone. I stifled an astonished chuckle before looking at Dwight.

"It really works like that?"

"I guess. We learned not to question it..." Dwight shrugged. "Do you know where Claudette is?"

My previous astonishment was replaced with dread as I remembered what happened earlier, and how Claudette was taken from the generator.

"...I think she was put on the hook."

"Ah. I see."

Dwight put his hand to his head to wipe off some sweat before making a quick decision.

"We've got to get her off that hook before it's too late."

I swallowed my fear and nodded. I knew that numbers would've greatly increased our survival.

"Let's go."

We rushed out of the shack and instinctively went into a certain direction. I didn't know why, but this direction just felt right. After some more running, we found Claudette hanging on the hook. I ran over and immediately pulled her off the hook.

"My god, thank you Y/N. I was beginning to think no one was coming, after Feng refused to get me off this... dang thing."

I could tell Claudette was attempting not to swear. I thought that was odd, considering the situation, but not the point. Claudette kept interjecting while she was being healed by us.

"I mean, she even opened one of the random chests around the place in front of my face! As I was in pain on this hook! Can you believe her?!"

Dwight shushed Claudette, as she was getting a bit loud. I, for one, thought the same thing.