@trials-and-death said: “we gotta get out of here right now."
The generator they’d put an obnoxious amount of time into fixing was almost done, but the killer was close and sticking around wasn’t worth it. Even if their progress was slowed even further, it was better than being thrown up onto a hook. It didn’t matter how many times it happened to them, nothing stopped a piece of metal piercing through your chest from being painful. This realm that they found themselves in was cruel and twisted and Quentin wanted out. If only there was a way. Even death wasn’t an option here. One would die over and over again, only to return to that same damn campfire.
“Down here,” Quentin spoke in a voice that was barely above a whisper. He tugged on Dwight’s arm, motioning for him to follow him quietly down the stairs and into the basement. A risky move, maybe, but it beat being spotted by the killer. He’d sooner take his chances hiding down in the basement rather than going out there in the open while he was lurking so closely.
