After Dark

(Dead By Daylight/Reader)

"What are you writing?"
You didn't want to answer that. You could have ignored her, but what would that get you? A few more seconds of deafening silence? There's too much of it here, that.
"Just...little notes."
"About what?"
What else is there, but this?
"This place."
"Oh."
Oh. An understandable response. You don't have much to say either.
Not with the fog lurking. A cold breath against the back of your neck.
With the threat of never knowing what is going to happen next constantly looming, there's at least the fog to count on to never change. It's always there.
Surrounding.