Into The Fog - Dead By Daylight Part 1

Stitches and Screams

I made my way back downstairs to the fireside, first aid in hand. After cleaning up my wound, the inner debate I was having on whether or not I should stitch myself up ended. I might as well try.

The suture kit came with string and scissors.

The string had a sharp metal point on one end for threading through skin. The scissors seem to double as a handling tool for the thread, they were sharp in the middle, but they had a flat tip that would hold onto the thread easily.

I had to take some deep breaths to calm my shaky hands, it didn't really work. Holding the thread by the scissor tool, I started poking around the top edge of my injury.

The skin was tough to break. I winced and added more pressure untill I felt the needle tip of the thread poke through, which triggered a nauseating popping sensation.

But the needle-tip, instead of coming up and away from my skin, somehow managed to jab downwards, into my wound.

"AHHOWWWW!" I screamed extra loudly, but ouch.

There's no way I can make it through this procedure, I'm already breaking out into a cold-sweat.

I let the thread hang from my arm and stood up, wiping sweat away from my brow.

Another one of Ace's screams echoed across the grounds. Crossing the room to another gaping hole in the wall, I peered into the fog and saw him lying on his stomach, about thirty yards away.

The masked man was standing over him. He stabbed at Ace and pulled him back. Ace rolled over and the masked man's knife sunk deep into his chest and ripped downward towards his gut.

The killer stood up over Ace's motionless body, twirling the bloody knife around his finger. He looked around.

I quickly stepped out of sight and pressed my body against the wall.

My breathing got heavier as my circumstance sunk in.

I'm gonna fucking die again.

Frozen in place, I closed my eyes and wished I was I back home. I even clicked my heels.

David screamed from somewhere close. I wished harder, closing my eyes tight. I heard moans and grunts of pain. My pulse pounding. Then something dropped to the floor at my feet.

Peeking through one eye, I saw David on the ground in front of me, subdued by pain, bloody and dirty. The masked man towering over him, a foot on David's back.

My eyes opened all the way. The killers' mask wore a bloody, toothy grin. I peered into its' eyes.

"Brought you something."
His voice is grumbly and flat.

I looked from David, who is barely concious, back up to the killer. My eyes darting back and forth, I gave a half-shrug.

"Thannks?.."

The masked man uncrossed his arms.

"Well go on." He said, whisking his knife downwards to point at David, "Stitch him up."