The campfire crackles with bright light which is somehow dimmed by the looming night, four of us sat around it, trying to stay warm while waiting for our doom. We don't know where the others went but we might have an idea or two. All of us are silent. My name is Quentin Smith and I am a survivor.
I take note of my solom friends, if you would like to call them that, we're normally gloomy here, awaiting our next trial. Steve Harrington is the boy next to me, he's covered from head to toe in blood just like the rest of us. The two girls are cuddled up, close to the campfire and holding each other, Nancy Wheeler is terrified of our next outcome while Nea Karlsson attempts to calm her down. The two new bloods haven't seen the worst of it but so far, we've been a pretty damn good team.
The fire sparks out with a sudden crack, Nancy screams and I can hear her shuffle to her feet. Nea and I stand up, I grab Steve's shoulder and I can feel the fear radiate off of him. Nancy cries out again and Steve calls out to her, the new bloods are panicking again.
"Calm down, Nancy, " I can hear Nea, she tries to soothe the terrified woman. "It's ok, we're going to go into a trial, we'll meet up at killer shack, got it?"
"What's killer shack?" Nancy shouts, her panic is making Steve panic.
"You'll know it when you see it, " I hear Nea grab her in the dark, "just stay calm!"
All went black and the echoing cries of Steve fill my ears, jesus, they seriously need to get used to this soon or I'll be the next one to go mad. I miss Claudette and Meg, I wonder where they are.
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Dead By Daylight Short Stories
FanfictionThis book is just going to be compilations of many different stories, most will be requested or commissoned by people on Amino, if you want you can request something but I cannot ensure you it'll be put in. I'm a small writer so if you have any idea...
