Dead By Daylight - A Fanfiction

Chapter One: And Then I Woke Up

Allison woke up on the ground. It was late night, the moon high in the sky, and the wind nipping at her skin. Her bones were chilled from the cool Earth and when she righted herself, she found she was rather sore. She groaned and looked around, a ping of panic ripping through her gut. Where was she? She didn't remember falling asleep, and why would she do so here of all places?
Allison rose to her feet in a flash. She spun around, taking in the tall dark trees, and what appeared to be a large warehouse some ways away. It was dilapidated, one of the entrances boarded up with planks. And she could hear a sound emanating from inside of it. Like the workings of gears or an engine.
   She reached into her pocket, but her cellphone was gone, along with her keys, ID and other belongings. She'd been robbed.
   The sway of things made her double over to grab her knees. Her heart was hammering in her chest, and she was finding it rather hard to breathe. But she forced herself to take the wheel and manually inhale slowly through her nose and out through her mouth. Taking a conscious effort to fill her lungs and release.
   She did this for a moment before she could force herself to walk. First, she searched the grass around her in case she might have dropped any of her things. And when it was apparent that she was right to assume she'd been robbed, she slowly made her way to the warehouse. There was a dim light coming from the inside, and she thought she might find herself a weapon, before finding her way out. And so, she picked her way through the knee-length grass, past a boulder the size of her. There had been a crow perched on top, but it flew off into the distance soon as she approached.
   The windows of the warehouse looked down on her with contempt, and a part of her wanted to run so fast into the opposite direction, but she needed something. A dull disregarded knife, a plank with nails, anything at all.
   So making herself small, she crept into the doorway. In the yellow light, she saw that inside, there were tall freestanding shelves full of boxes and crates, and in one of them she found a screwdriver. She gripped it in one hand, and made her way as quietly as possible to the other side of the warehouse, the floorboards squeaking in her wake. She'd passed a generator on the way, which she recognized as the source of that cog sound. Something to keep the dim light going, she figured. Then she stepped back outside.
The trees loomed over her, everything a shade of dark blue or black. And there was a slight fog that laid upon everything in sight. She wished she had a flashlight. But a screwdriver was more than nothing, and so she held it out in front of her as she crept towards an unmarked path, traveling deeper into the environment.
Allison caught sight of another faint glowing light, however, this time it was emanating from overhead like two spotlights on a pole going out of power quick. She squinted to get a better view, and as she moved towards it, she recognized the rustic sounds of another generator. She frowned as she saw sparks flying every which way as if it were malfunctioning. But before she could take another step forward, a bone chilling scream pierced her ears causing her to stumble backwards, her back coming into contact with the thick of a tree truck. It knocked out a breath. One that she was barely holding on to.
Oh God, oh God, she thought. The blood had rushed from her head, and she was finding it hard to keep the dark spot in her vision at bay. A part of her assumed, but now it was confirmed that she was certainly not alone. There was someone else here with her, along with whoever or whatever had gotten to her. She didn't want to stick around to find out, but she couldn't move. Fear had pinned her like a sheet of iron to that tree, and she could feel her hands start to tingle as if losing circulation. "Pssst."
Allison didn't dare make a move. "Pssst." She heard the sound again. "Over hear," said a whispered voice. And when she finally allowed herself to move, she turned to see a boy with glasses crouched over near the generator, waving over to her. Her flight instincts kicked in.
"Wait," she heard the voice call as she turned and ran into the other direction. "Wait, I'm not here to hurt you." She could hear footsteps hurrying behind her, and something in her made her whip around with her weapon at neck level.
"Who are you? Come any closer, and I'll jam this thing into your throat. How did I get here?"
The boy waved his hands in surrender. "I'm Jared. And I'm here just the same as you. I woke up with no memory as to how I got here and so I walked around—around the edge because I thought that might be a good idea and I saw, I saw a way out." He went on almost in one breath. "I'm not going to hurt you," he repeated. "At this rate, you're more likely to hurt me than me you."
Allison looked Jared over. He was sweaty, and his clothes were ripped, but his eyes were wide and had a genuine fear to them. Her rational mind kicked in, and she lowered her wielding arm.
"Thank you," he breathed. "As I said, I walked around the edge for a bit where I woke up, and I saw gates. They were powered by the lever, but the lever didn't work when I tried. That's when I ran around to find a power source and came across that generator over there." He pushed his glasses back up on his nose. "I think it's connected somehow. I just need to figure out how to repair it."
Allison shook her head. This couldn't be happening. She was trapped here in some kind of prison with some twisted game of having to find her way out. "No," she said feeling a ping in her chest. "There must be another way out."
"Do you really want to take the chance of exploring more and meet whatever caused that scream earlier?"
She looked at him. "If there's a gate, maybe we can climb over it."
"There's no way, it's over four meters tall. As I see it, we need to power it up while we still have the chance. That's what I'm going to do, but I hope you agree, as I wouldn't like to be alone."
The scream came again, but this time it sounded as if the woman was being mauled to death. It made her shiver at how much closer it sounded this time. "Heeelp," a raspy voice called some ways away. "Please." There was a cry of agony.
"We have to help her," said Allison immediately.
Jared bit his nails. "And meet whatever is doing that do her?"
"Either way, I have a feeling whatever it is, it'll eventually find us and pick us off one by one. Who knows how many others are trapped here. We need to all stick together against whoever placed us here."
Jared exhaled deeply, but he nodded. "Lead the way, I suppose."