Maybe, Probably [A DBD Fanfiction]

Chapter 6

Frank had begun to track down another survivor that was in his trial, Meg killed herself on the hook. Guess she didn’t have much faith in her comrades as much as he would’ve thought. Frank rolled his eyes, what was he talking about? It was Meg Thomas, he shouldn’t have expected so much out of her.

Frank then heard an unfamiliar voice that was coming from the killer shack. “You’re such a cunt! Why don’t you just buzz off huh?!” The voice sounded so toxic, that even Frank flinched at it.

Thud. “Stay on the floor you filthy runt!” Snickering. Frank got closer, peaking through the cracks. God he had to thank Herman for teaching him Monitor and Abuse as he had already learned Insidious. This was what aided him in being able to peek in on what was going on.

He was able to make out two survivors. One was tall with a feminine body, a scarf wrapped loosely around her neck. Her hair was short, buzzed all around besides one section to have small elegant wavy hair that spiraled down, barely passing her chin.

Frank recognized her as the ‘yeehaw’ survivor, Frank tried his best to keep himself from laughing. Joey was always coming at him with stupid ass nicknames.

The other one seemed to try and hold her back and that was the very calm, but distant crow lover. Jake Park, that hair was a dead give away but what made Frank surprised was who was laying on the ground. Nea? Frank wondered, his eyes narrowed.

“Let go of me, Jake! She deserves everything I give her.” ‘Yeehaw’ girl told the crow whisperer. “It’s Nea, leave her be Zarina. We have generators to do and picking on her won’t help.” Ah so that's 'yeehaw' girl's name.

“You’re just on her side, why? Did she suck your dick too?” Zarina spat, shoving him back. Jake rolled his eyes, shaking his head as he was about to walk away. “Aw, too much spotlight on you, isn't? What? Can’t think straight either, do you need to go back to a locker to find your oh so precious Dw-”

Slam. Jake’s brown orbs glared into hers, his arm was positioned against her neck. His voice was cold and sharp like the crackling of the ice. “You ever bring Dwight into your stupid ass girly drama, you’ll have a hook through your fucking skull,” He pressed her body up more, having her legs hang off the ground, growling, “Understand?”

A terrified nod.

Jake dropped her, turning and began to mumble to himself as he walked over towards a hook. “Jake… Wha… What are you doing?” Nea forced out, Frank detected strong distress from her.

“I have more shit to do than to hear you two constantly at each other's throats, I see why Meg left. I’m simply joining her,” Oh so Meg did have a reason this time, Frank thought to himself but shrugged.

“You’re….hooking yourself? Zarina asked, blinking as he had used the last remaining energy to hoist himself onto it. All he did was look Zarina dead on, flipping her off as the Entity snatched him up and began it’s feasting.

Zarina turned to Nea, who had a swollen eye, busted lip, and a few bruises appearing on her collarbone. “Why the hell can you take a hint?” Zarina hissed, walking up to her, “No one actually cares about you!”

“Shut up.” Nea hissed. Zarina stepped closer. “Ghostface never fucking 'loved' you but oh boy did he love his free session with that filthy mouth of yours.”, “Shut...up!” Nea growled, finding herself backed against the wall.

Zarina grabbed her chin with her hand, slamming her hand against the all, centimeters away from Nea’s face. “Not even Frank cared about your pity party. Because news flash, you’re not special! But by all means, be a fucking toy for all the horny men!”

Nea closed her eyes, expecting to feel her hand make contact with her skin. Nea felt like she deserved this, deserved everything. She wanted to find herself, wanted to explore her sexuality. She remembered the day that Ghostie pulled out that camera and….

“I think that’s quite enough.” Nea’s eyes shot open to see Frank standing there, his knife went straight through her abdomen. Zarina had let out a shriek, her blood splattering all over Nea’s face as she watched her eyes roll back in her skull. Her soul lifted from the body and back to the campfire.

“Frank…?” She whispered as he picked her up. They wandered across the place, his ears setting out to find the callings of the Entity. Its foreign language that struck hope in any lonely survivor looking for salvation.

“Why…? Why are you doing this?” She asked when Frank had laid her down next to the hatch. Frank blinked, before looking away. With a big sigh, he answered,

“I told you, I never had you that match.”

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“Nea! Oh my goodness dear, let me look at that.” Nea was sitting down on the cot that Claudette had forced her on. Nea groaned as she turned her head over at the worried medic. “Claude, I’m fine. It’s just a…”

Claudette’s fingers were gentle, delicate on her bruised skin. It felt as if dozens of angels were placing light kisses down her skin making it all warm and fuzzy. Her eyes were always warm and accepting, the way her voice made her feel automatically safe.

The bandages that were wrapped on with the utmost care and how close they got made Nea question everything she was experiencing. She didn’t find… Claudette attractive...did she?

“Just lay down and I’ll check up on you but I-” Claudette stopped, turning back to see Nea. She was looking away but her hand had gently grabbed onto her wrist. “Please… stay. I um….I….,

I like hearing your voice.”