Trapped

Chapter 6

Luna sat next to the campfire, having pulled out a journal that she had randomly found in one of the the trials. The owner had written their name for her convenience and honestly, she believe he kept writing in this journal to be sane.

"Benedict Baker." Luna mumbled, running her finger on the pencil engravings gently. "Where is he?" She wondered out loud. "How's your wounds?" Claudette asked, her head peeking through to see Luna sitting on her cot. Luna had quickly shoved the journal under the thin blanket, hoping that she didn't see it. "I'm okay, the mori wasn't that bad."

The trials have been gruesome with almost every other trial being a mori either for everyone or a single one for her or her friends. Though, she only ran into Lisa, Michael, Bubba, and Sally that had actually moried her. She still had the bruises on her neck from where Sally had choked the shit out of her.

"Okay, well Hope wants to visit you." Claudette told her, with made Luna smile. "Bring her in! Please?" Claudette nodded and disappeared. A few minutes later, Hope walked in. "Sit with me, I need to show you something." Luna smiled, patting the spot besides her.

Luna slowly unveiled the journal from under the thin blanket. "I found this in the basement chest by a survivor named Benedict Baker. It has pages upon pages about the killers, survivors, and," Luna's voice lowered slightly, looking at Hope with eyes of mischief and wonder, "even the fucking Entity itself!" Luna exclaimed in a whisper.

Hope just looked at her with shock. "Can I look?" She asked. Luna didn't hesitate to hand over the journal. She trusted Hope with it but she couldn't swallow the angst when she was far from it. "Woah, you weren't kidding. There are so many pages!" Hope breathed. "It even explains how he got here too!" Luna pointed out, scratching her neck.

Hope noticed how Luna was acting being away from the book, so she gave it back. "Here, our tents are set up. Hide it and we can all read it together or some of us can read it and tell us what they found out. That way. we don't risk the mistake of losing it in a trial." Hope said with a smile. Luna nodded, standing up and stretching.

She stuffed the journal in her shirt and walked behind Hope who met up with Meg, who showed Luna the tent. "There's a cot, some medical supplies, and some clothes for you in there." Meg said, giving Luna a smile. "Thanks."

Luna watched as Meg took Hope, Autumn, and Smug to their tents before she took the journal out of her shirt. She quickly looked around before noticing a small slit in the mattress that Luna would use as a secret compartment. She carefully slid the journal into the slit and pulled the blanket over so it covered it.

She sighed, sitting down with her back against the cot. Evan kept intruding her thoughts, violating any type of peace she tried so hard to grasp. The only reason he had lashed out was because he felt trapped and hell, how long has everyone been here? Luna groaned, pulling her legs to her chest and laying her head down on her knees. He was wrong about one thing though; Luna barely had anyone unless they wanted something from her.

Then Evan began to slowly leave her mind and Benedict replaced him. If he was a survivor, then where was he? Is he the lone wolf and only wanted to survive alone? Maybe that was why he kept the journal, to keep any sanity he had left, but if that was the case, then why did he leave it in a chest? Is he even alive anymore?

Luna held her head and a headache started to brew and prosper. She need some sort of rest so she picked herself up and laid on the cot. It was surprisingly soft and firm, maybe the Entity wasn't all that bad. Then she shook her head, throwing the thought away. It probably only wanted to give them a little something so the trials weren't too easy for the killers.

She laid there, her eyes halfway closed but she basically laid awake. Her mind was too busy to relax and was so tempted to pull the journal out. Though, she knew if she was patient, her award would be greater. So she restrained herself from snatching the journal and getting lost within the pages of ink.