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Dying on the hook. Maybe it should have been easier by now, but there was a reason every survivor fought so hard to avoid it. It was excruciating. Dwight's vision blurred as he watched the Trapper step away to admire his work. Dwight tried and failed to bite back a sob, his entire body shuddering with whimpers as tears ran down his face and that mask stared impassively back at him.
It was difficult to focus his eyes on anything when his vision was starting to go black, but there was movement behind the killer. Someone was coming to save him. Maybe Jake, he always had Dwight's back. Dwight had to distract the killer long enough for them to hide.
As the Trapper started turn away, Dwight started to squirm. He knew it distracted many of the killers, who liked to watch the survivors die. There was a rustling and Dwight moaned loudly, trying to cover the noise. Trapper turned back and looked at Dwight. He'd given his friend as much time as he could. Dwight went limp.
Dwight was quite out of breath by then, his little groans of pain completely genuine. He tried to focus through his swimming vision. The Trapper was gone then, but someone else was in the moonlight. He must have been out of it, because he couldn't recognize them. He smiled weakly, unable to speak enough to thank them for the assumed save.