DbD: Jake & Myers

Ironworks of Misery

Perks: Lightweight, Saboteur, Premonition, Self-care

Sparks that flew out from the generator made Dwight shield his face from the outburst.

He stood and broke out into a sprint, "A fuck! Shit! Time to go!"

"Dwight!" Jake hissed and immediately got up running the opposite direction.

Premonition hasn't gone off yet. Maybe the killer was on the other side of the map? Jake slowed down to a walk, hiding behind the odd walls at the edge of the map. He could see the foundry from here. A short scream erupted from somewhere, Meg by the sounds of it. Looks like she was found first.

Flashing spotlights indicated a generator next to a log pile. The sound of cranking gears came from Claudette who blended in so well with her new prestige clothes. Jake hurried over and helped fix the gen which was halfway complete.

"Did you see the killer?" Claudette whispered loudly over the noise.

Jake muttered with a slight bitter tone, "I dunno. Maybe Dwight knows. He fucked up that skill check."

She sighed and might've rolled her eyes as well. "That's Dwight for ya but you gotta give him credit for being an amazing distraction. White shirt and all," she giggled.

A loud groan resonated all around us followed by another much more painful scream. Meg's aura revealed in red as she hung on a hook across the map.

"Did she just go in a closet?" Claudette perked up.

"Commit! We need to get this thing done!" He shouted with determination.

"Seriously Jake. We both didn't see her aura when she got down." She sighed again, finishing the generator and running off to the direction of the hooked survivor. "Do gens! I'll go get her!"

Jake nodded and jogged off towards the foundry. Hopefully the basement wasn't there. He reached the window and climbed over quietly before jogging towards the stairs and checking for the basement. To his dismay it was.

He groaned internally but proceeded to walk down the steps. The entity's voice, as close as it could get anyways, creaked and skittered like hundreds of giant spiders crawling along the walls within the golden-orange light. The eerie sounds weren't new to Jake and his multiple visits to the dungeon already wore off his fear of the creepy room.

He stepped on the congealed blood on the floor that never stuck to his shoes. The cracks on the basement floor filled with old but still wet blood that he ignored. He wished the killers would clean the basement. It's all filthy but he guessed that's the point of a dungeon. Better the room be all bloody not smelly.

The white and yellow striped chest was located at the back. He crouched down, opening the heavy lid and foraging through useless scraps and torn pieces of clothing and whatever junk that never really belonged. He grasped onto a plastic handle and pulled out a camping kit. Best item in the game.

He huffed with disappointment but he already expected to get something crappy anyway. Though, a med-kit was better than nothing. He turned to see Meg's aura get pulled off the hook and a sense of someone else getting hurt. Either Dwight made it first or Claudette but one of them is definitely hit.

Once Jake got out of the basement, fresh cold air hit his face. The dark mist curled on the low floor like fluffy clouds. He made his way to the main entrance of the foundry. A large open doorway where the Huntress could easily chuck hatches from but by the sounds of things, it wasn't her this time.

By the time he repaired the generator, another person got hooked. It was Dwight. His pained yell echoed through the map and his aura wriggled with his arms being raised to grab...