Bloody Conflict (Dead By Daylight)

Chapter 2: Feelings

Meg continued her walk from the trial grounds. 'What am I doing?' Meg thought, rubbing her shoulders, now getting the chill from the fog, 'This isn't right. They're not going to like this. Could they outcast me? I'm not going to leave Amanda. Will they trust me after this? How are the other killers going to react?' These were the thoughts and wonders flooding Meg's mind as soon as she left the grounds. Amanda wasn't there to make her feel safe anymore.

Tomorrow night felt like an eternity for Meg to wait. She looked around at the woods, knowing her camp was close ahead. The woods felt so lonely now. Meg knew it was because of her. What made Meg feel that way towards anyone was one in a million. She'd never had an attraction towards anyone in her life. She'd been so focused on school and her track team. She took pride in that as well. Everyone on her team looked up to her. Meg felt a sense of leadership in being in charge of the survivors. It made her feel more at home.

She continued walking towards her camp, seeing the light of the fire, and the top of the shack, peeking out through the low trees that surrounded it. She didn't know how to explain this to her group. In this moment, she'd never felt so weak and helpless, yet powerful, all at the fault of a beautiful killer.

Meg scoffed at herself, 'They probably won't even believe me.' Yet, Meg began to feel doubtful, 'Does Amanda even really think about me like that? Maybe The Entity made a killer who messes with people's minds and emotions? No, that's stupid. He is a kind soul, yet ingenious due to this sick game we're in. He's a mad man, yet what does that make me?'

There was no doubt that what Meg felt for Amanda was some sort of love. She wanted to touch and hold her, take in her warmth, and brush the hair out of her eyes when it fell. She was feeling so much at once, and it became too much for her.

Meg suddenly got distraught. She stopped in her tracks, just before reaching the camp. Just outside of the view of her camp members, she slid down the base of a tree. Tears fell. She gripped her head in her hands and let them stream.

'It's not fair for it to be like this.' Meg thought to herself, her face wet. She knew she could properly care for Amanda if they weren't trapped in this eternal Hell. Sure, they got used to the game; getting hooked, dying over and over again, hunting, and providing for themselves to some extent. Meg had never had a point of weakness like this, and she sure as hell wouldn't show it to the other survivors. Meg even knew that Amanda once had a life outside of this. They all did. The killers used to be normal people, living out their lives.

Meg wiped her face with her hands, blood caked under the nails, and dirt sprawled about, and she sat up and made her way into her camp.

Her fellow survivors heard her walk in, and all began to rejoice.

"Meg!" Feng practically screamed, running to her and hugging her tightly. Everyone huddled around the two girls as Feng continued to hug her. Meg hugged her back, but had her moment of weakness again.

'They can't see me like this, they're not going to look up to me anymore if they see-' Meg was thinking, but she couldn't help herself. Feng let her go and Meg started choking up.

"Meg?" Dwight said concerned, moving closer to her. Meg kneeled to the ground, letting the tears fall again. She couldn't do this. Not here, and not right now.

Her friends had never seen her act like this. Never a weak moment, as said before. They didn't care, as Meg was worried about. Not in the sense that they thought of her differently, but they knew that everyone needed to break once in awhile.

They didn't know how to comfort her. Of course, they didn't know what was wrong. What could Meg tell them? That she had feelings for the one trying to kill them?