The entity was unpredictable, to say the least. Sometimes, when it decided it wanted to give the survivors a well needed break, chests would appear in the woods after a trial containing different treats. Sometimes it was new clothes, blankets or even candy. This time, it was alcohol, much to the delight of Ace, who actually teared up a little. Dwight assumed these random acts of kindness were to ensure the survivors kept hope, which allowed the entity to feed. He knew it was twisted but, he was not going to complain. It was nice seeing everyone happy, amongst the chaos. Even if it was just for a couple of hours.
Dwight twisted his beer bottle between his hands. He never was much of a drinker back home and now the alcohol had a more bitter taste, since it was the reason he ended up in this hell hole in the first place. He could not help but smile warmly when Meg approached him, and merrily wrapped her arms around his neck. He figured she was not much a drinker either, considering how much of a lightweight she was.
"Are you OK?", he looked at her fondly, placing his beer down so he could better support her weight as she draped around him. Meg giggled into his shoulder. "I'm fine...I'm having fun. Let's take a walk though. It's been a while since we catched up". Meg linked her arm though this, pulling him towards the woods. "If you think you're able", he said, adjusting their arms so he could take most of the weight. Just in case.
Meg inhaled deeply, as they strolled through the woods, as if she had never smelled the trees before. Dwight enjoyed the comfortable silence that fell between them. Meg was caring but fiesty and only really spoke when she needed to, which he liked. She often rambled to the others because she said the silence made her nervous. She only seemed to be able to take a moment when she was with Nea, Claudette or himself. He appreciated the fact that she trusted him, so deeply.
They stopped when they reached a large rock, and perched on top of it, allowing their legs to dangle freely. Meg leaned back into Dwight's shoulder, and sighed happily. They did not get moments like this anymore. "Do you ever miss when it was just us?", she said, nudging him a little to make sure she had his attention. Dwight considered her question. "I miss having time to talk to you guys. I feel like we're split up so much of the time now. And when we're not in trials we're all so busy. I'm bogged down trying to work out all these new killers. Claudette can barely keep on top of healing everybody…". Meg giggled, interrupting him. "Jake's busy brooding in the trees". Dwight chuckled. "That's not all he does. And at least when there's more of us, we don't have to do every trial". "That's true". "And you have Nea now", he turned his head just in time to see the flush spread across her cheeks. "OK, OK. I get it. We're a big happy family now", she said sarcastically, despite the grin on her face.
A silence fell over them again. Dwight spoke up after a few minutes. "How's that going by the way?" "How's what going?" "The whole...you and Nea thing". Meg's face turned crimson. "Uh...yeah...it's going...it's going really good". Dwight looked fondly at her. They talked previously about how she struggled with her sexuality back home, and was always afraid of what her family and friends might think. "That's good. It's about time we had some good news around here". Meg beamed at him, face still flushed. "Yeah...I really like her. It doesn't mean I don't wanna hang out with the rest of the group too, y'know?" "Yeah I get it. I guess in a way, I kinda do miss the days when it was just us".
Meg suddenly burst out laughing. "What's gotten into you?", he shoved her playfully with his shoulder. "Remember the time, in one of the first trials Jake thought the totem was a dead person and he screamed bloody murder?", Meg said, tears streaming down her face. "I almost peed my pants". Dwight shook his head at her, "Oh yeah? What about the time you yelled "I'm fast as fuck boy", at the Trapper and then fell in the mud?" "Hey that wasn't funny!" Meg began giggling again. "What about the time you blinded Bill with a flashlight because you thought he was the Shape?" "They're both equally as terrifying", Dwight chuckled. Meg was now hysterically laughing, gasping for breath, "The time...you...and David got stuck in the locker...because you were…".
Dwight cut her off by shoving her off the rock, playfully. She lay back on the ground, tears still streaming. Dwight smiled, amused as he attempted to scrape the redhead off the ground. "We should head back to the campfire. I think we've had enough reminiscing for one night".