DbD: Jake & Myers

The Campfire

Jake's eyes slowly opened. The warmth and crinkling of flames beside him as he slowly processed where he was. A blurred figure stood above him with black and purple hair slowly coming to detail followed by a smug face of Nea Karlsson staring down at him.

She scoffed. "He's awake."

He groaned quietly and moved a hand up to rub his forehead. His skull throbbing in pain from the recent mori.

"Give him some space Nea." Claudette's kind tone gave a soothing feeling. She shuffled beside Nea and checked over Jake, lightly touching his forehead.

He muttered a quiet ouch and swatted her hand away.

Quentin's shy voice spoke up. "Didn't go so nicely for ya Jakey..."

Jake turned his head to the side to see Quentin fiddling with a bandage and wrapping it around his index finger constantly. He must've had his finger cut off by the clown earlier.

"Let's get you up."

Claudette helped Jake sit up on his back and gave him a pat. He looked around only to see her, Nea, and Quentin to be around.

"Where's the others?" He asked even though he already knew where they were.

She got up and sat down beside Quentin and took the bandages off his finger and helped sooth it. The poor guy frowned constantly and didn't feel comfortable at all.

"In a match still." She sighed and rubbed Quentin's back. "We could start since there's four of us already."

Nea paced around near the woods, kicking rocks and picking up sticks. She didn't care what the group decides to do.

Jake pondered for a moment. The migraine still lingering in his head.

He shook his head and rubbed his temple slowly. "I think I'll pass."

Quentin nodded and looked towards the woods. "Should we wait over there...?"

Claudette watched Jake and exhaled understanding. It's hard to be alone in this realm. Everyone's lucky enough to have no restrictions in being in a group.

"We better get going if we want to start. Claudette, Quentin," Nea dropped her sticks and walked down the path, gesturing for the other two survivors to come. "Come on."

"I'll stay behind for a bit. I'll join you guys later." Claudette ushered Quentin up to follow Nea.

The timid boy stood up and followed with his head hung low, rubbing his bandaged finger.

Jake crossed his legs and rested his arms on them. He watched the woods even though you can't see any further than a couple meters. The dark mist and the shadows from the eternal night prevented them to see any further in what lurks there. He wondered if the killers aren't far away from the campfire.

Claudette fiddled with her thumbs and asked Jake. "What are you thinking?"

"Out in the woods." He paused for a moment before continuing. "You ever wonder if the killers have their own campfire?"

She shrugged lightly. "Not really. Not a campfire. More like the dungeon."

Jake nodded and looked at her. "What if they're just. I don't know. Across the street or something."

"Jake there's no streets here"

A smile tugged to his lips but he hid it from Claudette and came out as a smirk instead. There's a street in Haddonfield.

"It's a metaphor. You know what I mean."

She smiled and turned her eyes to the woods. "Bring a flashlight and see if someone gets blinded?"

He chuckled, feeling a lot better having small talk with Claudette. "Purple?"

She nodded. Her smile spread even further.

"Purple."