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𝙎𝙀𝙉𝘿 𝘼 𝙎𝙔𝙈𝘽𝙊𝙇 𝙁𝙊𝙍 𝙔𝙊𝙐𝙍 𝙈𝙐𝙎𝙀 𝙏𝙊 𝙁𝙄𝙉𝘿 𝙈𝙄𝙉𝙀…

 { 💫 ｄａｚｅｄ & ｄｉｚｚｙ }

𝚉𝚎𝚔𝚊 - @zeka-dbd

𝙇aurie came to a kneeling halt behind one of the chilled concrete walls. This new killer has been bringing a terrifyingly quiet new way to unravel her mind, & finding a place to calm down & regain her sanity was something that wouldn’t be easy to find, but something she needed.

She made her way up to the second floor of what appeared to be some sort of meat plant, rooms for freezing hung bodies of blood-drained swine, floors practically painted red with blood of all different ages on its’ pristene material. She knew that she had to be on the lookout for traps of all sorts, whether it be a false door, a spike trap, or hell, even a rigged loaded gun.

As she made her way to a dimly lit room, the overhead lights being dusted from age, she noticed a generator that had recently been touched. The soft whirring of pistons attempted to reanimate were a gentle welcome to her, knowing that an ally must be here nearby. But, while she settled next to the machine to gather her thoughts, she noticed a toolbox kicked on its’ side, tools scattered like toys in a toddler’s room.

Laurie was confused, why would someone leave a perfectly good toolbox just spilled over in mid fix? Her brows furrowed, & she got up, walking over to a narrow passage of tables, a palette raised up in protection. She looked around as she approached, taking note of the monitors fixed in what seemed to be an office, when she felt her leg fall.

Her arms instantly gripped onto a bolted metal rack of boxes, her eyes shooting down to notice a perfect square was removed from the ground. Holy shit, I could have just died, was what Laurie thought. Her heart race pounded like an alarm in her small chest as she leaned forward to inspect the trap, & instantly a muffled gasp came from her.

Below through the opening, she could see a young woman, laying face down on the cold floor. Laurie knew now where the mystery mechanic had ended up. Laurie quickly jumped down skillfully through the opening, ensuring her landing be quiet & gentle, a few feet from the woman’s body.

Vigo wasn’t one for very affectionate actions, but she couldn’t help herself this time. As soon as Zeka had appeared back at the fire, the psychic could tell that the programmer was running on fumes and that soon, there would come a time when Zeka would die because of it. Vigo herself had been in that exact situation many times, having exhausted herself in the search for answers and paid the price for neglecting sleep.

Quietly, Vigo stood from her seat at the edge of the clearing, retreating a ways into her woods to grab something from one of her caches. As she came back in, she looked down at the dingy sheet she held. It wasn’t much of a blanket, but she hoped that the effort would be appreciated. 

As Vigo wrapped the blanket around the programmer, she felt Zeka jump underneath the sheet. Vigo herself tensed up, instinctively pulling back and sliding a little ways down the log they were sitting on. After Zeka spoke, Vigo calmed down, though she did not move back towards the programmer.

The puzzlement painted on her face made it rather evident; she wasn’t understanding the wraith’s signing, and while that made communication between them more difficult, it certainly didn’t make it impossible. Not that they were supposed to talk for too long to start with, of course. Philip understood the survivor’s curiosity and desire to explore, especially paired with the precious rewards that could be found in the mist, but the Fog hid beasts, and like she had just stumbled upon him she might have as easily met someone less prone to chit-chat --- Zeka was supposed to leave the area quickly.

Glad to hear it, he mouthed, offering her a small smile and a last pat on the shoulder before straightening his spine, a long finger pointing in the direction of the campfire’s orange glow, barely visible through the thick fog seeping between the trees. Head back. It’s -dangerous- here.

Vigo stared across the Campfire at the latest victim brought into the Fog. This one was interesting, apparently knowing her way around machines (or so Vigo had understood from her little introduction). This new victim- Zeka, was it?-had lived a fairly good life compared to some of the others around the Campfire, and that made Vigo’s opinion on the Entity change just a little.

Not My Type | Alright | Cute | Adorable | Pretty | Gorgeous | LORD MERCY

Be it for his infamous lack of dedication to trials or simple misfortune (or luck, rather, for both of them) the wraith has yet to run into Zeka, but has occasionally seen her from afar.

Very cute. Looks like the smart type, too. I probably should fear the possibility of her cooperating with Claudette, he signs, broad shoulders shaking in silent amusement.

“Better than staying here.” He shakes his stiff leg as he rears back to his full height, squinting his eyes in the dark to try and see any signs of a road or an outpost anywhere. But, of course, there wasn’t with his God- blessed luck. And so, just because he didn’t want to seem lost or without direction, he started walking away from the walls of the mine, keeping an eye glued behind him, hoping to avoid any danger from within those walls.

He changes his pace eventually, from walking directly aways to ambling parallel with the compound, checking every now and then that Zeka was still behind him, and not snatched up by the claws of the Entity.