Into The Fog - Dead By Daylight Part 1

Just Chill

I stared at the sketch of my face, impressed, but unwilling to believe Julies' theory. No matter how certain she was that my fate had changed, I was not a killer. That's just bonkers. I haven't even been in a fight since the fourth grade. Violence just isn't in my DNA, lest I'm on the receiving end of it I guess.

Julie snapped her fingers to summon me back to our conversation. "Hellooo? Are you there?"

"Yeah, there must be a mistake." I said scooting my chair out and standing up, two forty ounce bottles of malt liquor still taped snuggly to my hands, rendering them completely useless.
"I'm just gonna go uhh, somewhere.." I said, slowly walking backwards towards the entrance.

Julie wasn't having it. She slid over from behind the bar where she had served me, and rushed over, hooking our arms together.

"Freaking out isn't going to help." She told me as she walked us towards a couch near the fireplace. "Let's just chill."

I sat on the couch and took a big enough swig from the bottle in my right hand to empty it halfway. The carbonation and bad taste made my eyes water, definitely nothing else triggered the tears.

"I wanna go home." I spoke quietly, attempting to hide my quivering voice.

There was nothing I would not have given to be back in my cozy, old life where I could tune out anything I found unpleasant. That kind of escapism didn't seem possible here. I hated it.

"Oh no, don't cry." Julie said, anticipating my next move. "If Susie hears, there'll be no stopping her.."

I choked back the urge with a great deal of effort, but the threat of Susie was sufficient motivation.

"Plus, I hate the noise." She added with a pat on my back. "Crying is such an ugly waste of energy. You should just scream instead, it's way more empowering. You've got stuff to be pissed about, right?"

Julie looked at me expectantly. I felt that I wasn't going to get away from this without giving her a scream. My cheeks flushed.

"I'm telling you, it will feel amazing." She said to encourage me.

"I.. don't know." I replied, wiping my eyes with the sleeve of my shirt.

Julie furrowed her brow.

"I can give you a real fucking reason to scream, if you'd rather.." Julie pulled a small knife from her waistband, it's sawtooth blade shimmered in the light of the fire.

"No, I'm good!"

I started my scream weakly, but Julie was right, I did have stuff to be pissed about, and as I reflected, my voice became more diaphragmatic, carrying through the building.

Julie lightly applauded before joining me in the holler. We were just two screaming queens, and then a third voice joined in the symphony.

Susie was belting from the loft, joined by Amanda who smiled and covered her ears before letting out her scream.

All four of us were yelling in conflicting pitches, releasing whatever had been building up in us with a few large breaths.

And it worked, I felt better.

Our screams turned into laughter as Susie performed her Tarzan call. She jumped from the loft to the ground floor and crossed the room to where Julie and me sat, taking a swig from the bottle attached to my left hand.

We heard a familiar whoosh from somewhere in the building, and then furniture crashing, glass breaking.

Susie threw her hands in the air. "Frank's home!" She leaned into Julie and whispered loudly, "And we have his obsession!"