A Trial Story! Please give me feedback ;w; ( DBD )
I always overthink everything so I started this draft because I was fed up with myself. Please let me know what your thoughts are. I am currently on the fence if I should continue this or not...
Think of this as chapter 1 I suppose :s
The entity is a hard thing to understand, one minute it’s pitting its victim against each other and then the next they are granted hours to do as they please. Without any known way to escape this hell, both the killers and survivors are forced to play this twisted game. Or so that’s what they think, no one is really sure what is out there.
On the far side of the twisted rows or corn lay a barren field before giving way to a tall pine forest. Here, the survivors come from time to time to de-stress and take in the sweet smells of the forest. It is unknown how vast the entity’s world expands but it does have some nice areas surprisingly. A soft fire began to cackle as a few gathered around to take in the warmth. Claudette hugged her knees tightly looking into the flames, her expression was tight. Unlike the others, who either chose to lie in the low hanging branches or cook food she wanted to be alone. Finally having enough she quietly moved to find a better spot. It took a bit to get far enough from the light so it wouldn’t be too bright but eventually she stumbled upon a neat little hideaway. A patch of bushes giving a little leeway to an under path, crawling through it she found herself encased in a circular space surrounded by shrubbery. Low hanging branches made for a soft roof with a leafy opening for the moonlight to hit her face. Claudette was left speechless, all she could do was situate herself to stare up through the opening at the beautiful night sky. “ I.. didn’t know the entity could create something like this..” she said to herself, barely as a whisper. The sweet smell of the forest wafted around her as she continued to stare at the view, unaware that the lull of it all was getting to her.
Back at the camp, the others continued to enjoy the scene together. Meg cooked up the fish they caught by the fire and Jake hummed a tune under his breath as he brought back the fire wood he collected. David told stories of his fights in various bars and tidbits of his previous life before the entity claimed him. His stories were riveting and never failed to entertain, a few were gathered around but Cheryl was especially drawn in as per usual. Bill and Dwight were on the side having a private discussion, sharing notes about what they found within the Entity. “ Francis came back from the South, no matter how far he went it didn’t seem to end,” said Dwight, his expression was a cross between fatigue and frustration. “ Quentin basically reported the same thing,” Bill let out a long sigh, “ So is it safe to assume that this place doesn't have walls outside the trials?” Dwight placed a hand on Bill’s shoulder, “Unfortunately, but we can’t give up. Let us rest up for tonight, have fun and enjoy our fellow survivors before we are summoned.” With a final nod they both rejoined the rest of the group, just in time as Meg called out the food was ready.
The group gathered together to enjoy a nice meal, everyone was content as the smell of freshly cooked fish filled the air. “ You seem to be opening up a bit more now Cheryl.” Meg chuckled a bit before handing a blushing Cheryl her portion, “ I am glad that someone is helping you warm up to us~” Meg glanced in David’s direction who was too busy not paying attention. “So anything new Dwight?” Meg looked up, a small sliver hope in her eyes. Dwight choked on his fish at the sudden change of topic, “Um. Unfortunately no, our original plan to try and find the perimeter was a bust. There doesn’t seem to be one.” A moment of silence fell over the group, only the sound of the fire cackling and chewing continued. “ .. We are going to die here aren't we..?” “Cher-,” Jake was cut off as Cheryl stood up beginning to yell, “ NO!! We are! There is no way out and we are forced to play this sick game!!” she began to breathe erratically, putting her hands on her neck as she let out several wheezing noises. “ She is having a panic attack,” Jake got up to try and comfort her but she pushed him away, distrust was written all over her face. “ Don't..- touch..” Meg turned to David but he was already on it, “ Cheryl take deep breaths, it’s ok. No need to work yourself up.” He approached her cautiously before putting his hand on her shoulders to steady her. “ Look at me, breathe.” Her eyes locked with his, her hands relaxed from her throat as she synchronized her breathing with his. Not before long she was back to normal, staring deeply into his eyes still matching his breath. The fire illuminated their faces and made them seem so far away from everyone else. Cheryl quickly looked away, she mumbled sadly, “ How can we be sure there IS a way out? What if there isn’t one?” A look came across Dwight’s face but he quickly replaced it, “ If there isn’t a way out, then we will make one. Don’t give up so easily, we keep fighting till the end. We are survivors and we will keep going no matter what.” “Hell yea Dweet!” Nea fist pumped the air in approval, a few others cheered in response. The night carried on with a more upbeat vibe as the survivors forgot about their troubles and enjoyed each other’s company.
A sharp whale of a siren pierced the air startled the group, the sound was very familiar. A warning that danger was coming a change of some sort, whether they moved or not was optional but who would choose to stay with potential danger? The survivors hustled around, putting out the fire and gathering up the remaining food to take back to the main Fire. Panic slowly took over the group as they left a mess in their wake. Some of the food was left behind along with kicked up dirt and strewn logs that were meant to keep the flames going all night. Before a matter of minutes they were gone, leaving behind a faint wisp of dying fire smoke. Not even a few seconds after they left, a gangly figure appeared out of the darkness. Her figure loomed over the fire and strewn pieces of food. Letting out a high pitched noise she happily began to feast on the dirt fish. “ Oh come on Lisa, you are better than that.” Another figure appeared to the left of her, surveying the area. “ It seems like we just missed our friends...” Lisa didn’t respond, her attention was entirely on the delicious(?) meal in front of her. God it had been so long since she had some fresh meat, she didn’t care if they were covered in freshly turned mud and twigs. “ Slow down,” he said in a gruff tone, leaning down to snatch up the remaining fish. “I can try to clean it for you. Pretty sure there is a stream nearby if I remember correctly..?” The only response he got was a snarl and a mean look, “ Come on you can’t be mad at me for looking out for you.” He rolled his eyes, turning a fish in one hand, “ We will probably have to start this fire back up anyway to dry the fish, might as well hunt for more meat.” At the mere mention of more food her expression softened and again, high pitched noises ensued; yet they sounded kinder. She reached out a hand to touch his leg as a way to say thank you, surprised by her sudden gesture he jumped a bit only to compose himself quickly. “Don’t start acting nice now that you want something..” he stood up and was quick to disappear with a few fish in hand, heading off in an unknown direction.
There was darkness for a while. Nothing was happening nor could anything be seen or smelt. It went on like this for a while until moonlight appeared above, illuminating the dark. All around there were hills, valleys that stretched on all around. The scenery was colored with a dim blue light, a steady sound of a stream could be heard. Crickets chirped and the owls sang a melancholy tune. Weirdly, trees appeared out of nowhere along with a steep drop where the water cascaded down into nothingness. Inching closer and closer to the edge felt right, gravitating towards danger but there was no sense of fear or urgency by the ledge. Looking down there was darkness, no light nor sound just black. There was a strong urge to dive right in, so much so that it felt natural. She didn’t know what to make of it but before she knew what was happening, she found herself falling head first into the abyss. “ GUha!!” Claudette jumped from her nap and made friends with a cute low hanging branch. It smacked the shit out of her forehead nearly knocking her glasses off and knocked her flat on her back. Dazed she stayed on the ground for a while, her head throbbing violently making it hard to concentrate or see straight. A few minutes passed before she attempted to touch her forehead, the pain felt less and less with each touch. The moonlight continued to shine brightly through the canopy opening, but nothing could be heard other than the sounds of the forest. She held her breath listening hard for her friends. After several minutes of silence, she came to the conclusion that she was either too far away or that everyone has settled down for the night. With a sigh she slowly gathered to her feet only to be startled by a rustling sound. She froze mid stance, not daring to call out to the unknown. A figure started to part the bushes entering into, what she thought, was her private little getaway. With a panicked motion, her feet began to back slowly until she could feel the leaves of one of the walls tickle her skin. Using one of her legs, she rubbed the wall searching for the way she came in. An arm was visible now and more was coming through the far side of the bush. She felt her calf go from brushing up against leaves to being greeted with a cool gust of air. Without hesitation she got on all fours and crawled out backwards quickly, checking to make sure the figure couldn’t see her. As she escaped, she noticed huge brawny arms with tubes sticking out. Just before its face could be seen, she could see a pair of milky eyes glowing coming closer and closer until it was in full view. It was the Doctor, by the time he came all the way through, Claudette just barely made it through the under bush and dashed to one side of the opening. She could hear his heavy breathing as he moved around a bit, as if he was searching for something. “ …..” He was talking to himself but she couldn’t make out exactly what. Regardless she cautiously began to make her way back to the campsite, it was this way right?
God it was too dark to tell where she came from, she followed her gut and made a sharp right. Several minutes passed and Claudette found herself going deeper and deeper into the forest. This doesn’t seem right.. She felt like she was a lot further than she did when she found her napping spot. A rapid gust of wind blew past her unexpectedly, the damn thing nearly pushed her over. Hopping a few times forward in an attempt to not fall, she lost her battle with balance and tumbled down into a steady roll. She felt gravity take her over a hidden drop straight into a cold lake.
