It hadn’t taken more than a few gruesome murders for Arthur to get the idea. Repair the generators and get out, or die in horrible agony on a hook. Arthur was reasonably sure he had died in the toxic fog and this was Hell, but “keep calm and carry on” was the way of the Englishman.
The killers were all a blur to him; he thought certain ones repeated, but it was still hard to tell them apart. They were all terrifying, and most of them huge, unnatural monsters, bigger than anyone Arthur had ever seen. He’d quickly realized that the best strategy to avoid getting murdered was the same as it had been with the police that patrolled Wellington Wells: to make sure they never noticed you. He wasn’t strong enough to fight back. All he had was that he was good at blending in to the background.
He didn’t think he’d seen this killer before--he felt like the pig mask would have jogged his memory if he had--but he’d managed to avoid her. His teammates hadn’t been so lucky. Shamefully, Arthur had used their deaths to keep himself hidden in the strange, dirty meat plant he’d found himself in. He didn’t feel as bad for the others he didn’t know when he knew they’d come back, but he was still trapped here alone with the killer, with four more generators to go.
Arthur had never survived this long alone before. He’d always either been one of the first ones to die, or gotten lucky and escaped. Would he either have to die or fix the generators by himself? That seemed impossible. She seemed to always know when he so much as looked at a generator. He had been pushed to his very limits just staying out of sight.
He was very much certain he was going to die, as he crouched behind a metal table, his hand slapped over his mouth to quiet his breathing. She was going to turn around and see him at any moment. He stared at her, his blood rushing in his ears, when it occurred to him: This killer was smaller than the others. It hadn’t seemed to stop her, but she looked almost human. In fact, she looked entirely human, just wearing a weird mask.
Humans in weird masks Arthur could take.
It might have been his only chance to escape. Arthur crept up behind her and, before he could think better of it, tackled her from behind. He wrapped a long arm around her throat and tried to choke her out, stuttering out, “I-I’m so terribly sorry about this.”
