Dwight x Wraith (Dead By Daylight)

Chapter 1: No One Left Behind

Dwight Fairfield ran as fast as he could.

It was only a few seconds, but if he timed it just right, he could have just now given himself an advantage. The generator he was working so hard to finish repairing meant nothing to him when he heard the wailing bell ring a few feet away from his left.

Dwight could hardly see where he was going. The dark abyss of the dirty landscape surrounded him in thick, eerie black fog. Tall metal buildings surrounded Dwight, and a dreary sky followed in rhythm. It was always hard to see in such a dreadful landscape, but past experiences with this exact location taught Dwight the general layout. At least there was a sense of familiarity in the dense landscape, littered with brown grass. But despite that, a sense of unease overcame Dwight as he heard the cackling of the Wraith just behind him. It seemed Meg's lesson in sprint bursting paid off after all, as the tall lanky man's bone weapon missed Dwight by just a quarter of an inch.

Dwight knew he was the center of attention for the moment, and the other three survivors were no where in sight. The camp leader wasn't sure where anyone else was, but he'd hoped there would be someone around to help take the attention away from the Wraith, or at last create a distraction. But that did not seem to be the case as Dwight continued running into a maze of dull brick walls. Dwight had felt the pain in the past from the Wraith's weapon, and he did not like the particular feeling of ridged bone-like appendages digging into his flesh. It was always an excruciating pain that was far worse than being sliced by a clean blade.

Dwight ran around the maze, not knowing where to go. His breathing was fast, and his body was exhausted, especially after his initial burst of speed. Dwight stood still for just a moment, observing his surroundings even closer. He appeared to be in a small crevice somewhere within the maze. There was a nearby window to vault through if needed, a palette, and a locker along with a gazing bloody hook hanging just above his head. It seems he had a small breather after all, as the Wraith was no longer directly behind him. The Wraith must've gotten lost within the maze somewhere.

Dwight bent down just a tad bit, his hands on his knee caps, catching his breath as he stared at the ground. Sweat trickled down his forehead. He hadn't anticipated how tiring this feeling of sudden exhaustion would be.

Despite not being in direct danger, Dwight could still hear the Wraith somewhere around his vicinity. He just wasn't sure exactly where he was now.

"Huff...huff..."

Dwight looked around once again. Still nothing. He looked through the open window. Nothing. He looked behind him, nothing.

But none of this made sense. If there was nothing around him, then why did the Wraith's cackling breath sound even closer? Was Dwight just paranoid?

Without much thought, Dwight flung himself towards the locker, and made his way inside as quickly and quietly as he possibly could. He held on tight to his breath, and ceased all thought so that he could listen carefully. Dwight closed his eyes, and opened his ears more clearly.

The cackling breath was closer than ever before. In fact, it almost seemed like the breathing was coming from just outside the locker. Had the Wraith caught up to where he was before? He wasn't too sure.

A low, dark voice Dwight had never heard before spoke loud and clear.

"I know you're in there Dwight. Come out."

Dwight panicked. How did he know? Did the Wraith see him go inside? Was he not quiet enough when going inside the locker? Was it some kind of aura sense?

It dawned on Dwight suddenly. Why did the Wraith speak to him, for the very first time ever? He'd encountered this invisible killer many times before, and he'd never said a single word throughout those times.