Post by Deleted on Jun 15, 2021 21:59:00 GMT -6
Danny tended to sneak into trials quite regularly. The entity seemed to let him hang on the edges, letting him keep tabs of not only the survivors but the killers as well. It let him scratch that itch of picking up routines, patterns in behaviors that he could exploit, and it beat aimlessly wasting time until his next trial. Danny found a spot up on the roof of the old Adam’s farm house after crawling through a small caved in portion.
His legs dangled on the edge as he scanned across the fields of corn and then cracked open the beaten up journal when he heard the revving of a chainsaw. At first he assumed it was that deformed hunchback of Kentucky, but when he didn’t hear the telltale roar but instead something akin to a pig squeal, he squinted a bit to see through the corn stocks. Danny watched as the large lumbering figure swiped through the corn after a survivor, only for the chainsaw to catch on some hay and spew it everywhere. He then leaned back when it seemed the man had a bit of a fit just as two generators popped. God, already? The trial just started.
The spike in concern only grew a bit more as he watched the killer get looped for another generator in the same spot. He dragged his hands down his face. This was killing him. He barely wrote anything down, because he couldn’t gather much other than this was…
Another generator sprang to life and Danny snapped the book shut. This was a travesty. He couldn’t let this keep happening to this guy. He felt embarrassed being associated. He watched as the killer was stunned and then immediately blinded, dripping a survivor he had finally caught, and in the span of a few more minutes they had all left.
He laid back, feeling just as exhausted from just watching all of that, and when he eventually climbed down he quickly wrote down in this guy’s entry: First observed trial. Absolute shit show.
The pictures underneath really sealed the deal, with a large one being of one of the survivors chasing at him with a flashlight. A truly distressing image.
After slipping his journal into his jacket, he hurriedly went to find the guy, and spotted him sitting on the front porch. He cleared his throat awkwardly, unsure if his presence might set off the giant killer.
“Uh… So I saw all of that. You um… Your head really showed those pallets there.”
His legs dangled on the edge as he scanned across the fields of corn and then cracked open the beaten up journal when he heard the revving of a chainsaw. At first he assumed it was that deformed hunchback of Kentucky, but when he didn’t hear the telltale roar but instead something akin to a pig squeal, he squinted a bit to see through the corn stocks. Danny watched as the large lumbering figure swiped through the corn after a survivor, only for the chainsaw to catch on some hay and spew it everywhere. He then leaned back when it seemed the man had a bit of a fit just as two generators popped. God, already? The trial just started.
The spike in concern only grew a bit more as he watched the killer get looped for another generator in the same spot. He dragged his hands down his face. This was killing him. He barely wrote anything down, because he couldn’t gather much other than this was…
Another generator sprang to life and Danny snapped the book shut. This was a travesty. He couldn’t let this keep happening to this guy. He felt embarrassed being associated. He watched as the killer was stunned and then immediately blinded, dripping a survivor he had finally caught, and in the span of a few more minutes they had all left.
He laid back, feeling just as exhausted from just watching all of that, and when he eventually climbed down he quickly wrote down in this guy’s entry: First observed trial. Absolute shit show.
The pictures underneath really sealed the deal, with a large one being of one of the survivors chasing at him with a flashlight. A truly distressing image.
After slipping his journal into his jacket, he hurriedly went to find the guy, and spotted him sitting on the front porch. He cleared his throat awkwardly, unsure if his presence might set off the giant killer.
“Uh… So I saw all of that. You um… Your head really showed those pallets there.”