All the weary survivors sat around the campfire, a variance of looks on their hallowed faces as they heard the botanist and runner speak.
"She was like a dog. I- I'm pretty sure she's human but she has like- a mental deficit. She showed us a bunch of kid's toys and books, too."
Meg stood, her arms gesturing as if she was retelling a horror story. In a sense, she was. Any encounter with the Huntress would count due to the haunting humming and swish of a hatchet. Claudette sighed, her legs crossing as she watched the dramatic retelling. Dwight looked terrified out of his mind, even with something as harmless as 'She showed us a bunch of trinkets then let us go.' Bill turned, a gruff expression on his scruffy face.
"Bullshit, Meg. We all know how she is, she fucking laughs at us as she's carrying us to the hooks. There is absolutely no way."
The older man accused, crossing his arms in defiance. The bespectacled woman sighed, her voice gently rising to the occasion as she defended both Meg and the Huntress.
"She's right. She was actually really nice, you know. I'm pretty sure she thinks that her humming helps calm us down. That woman's also got some... emotional issues."
She murmured the last couple words, glad that no one had heard her, nor asked her to repeat herself. The beret-wearing man still looked like he didn't believe it, but decided to sit down anyways and listen to the rest. Meg smiled at her, piping up again after a momentary pause.
"Anyways, she fell asleep near us because we were... uhhh... comforting her. I didn't even know that Killers could sleep. It was crazy, she drew stuff like she was six."
The redhead continued on, rambling into the night while omitting certain sensitive details. Once everybody had settled down, Claudette and Meg snuck off into the outskirts of the forest, crouching next to each other.
"Okay. We need to talk."
The dark hued girl muttered, pushing up her glasses as a nervous habit. This would take time to process. Killers could be capable of empathy.
"Yeah. First of all, what is this gonna mean for us? She's closest to a human physically, but she's way more... instinctual than everything else. Would she spare us in a trial? Or maybe mess up enough so that we can escape?"
Meg questioned, looking up for any sort of response.
"I don't know. She's really damaged, and I want to help her. She's already got a bond with us from that, and besides, she may be our ticket out of here. Forever."
Claudette responded, prompting the redhead to raise her eyebrow. That was definitely a long shot, the botanist knew, but it was still a shot. They would both have to find out. The two girls shuffled closer and closer to each other, their eyes eventually meeting. Their lips met, both of them hugging each other as they continued the kiss, their mouths only parting to take a deep breath. Meg began to take the lead, leaving a path of unbridled pleasure in her wake. Endless sounds continued into the night, much to the chagrin of the other Survivors. Eventually both had fallen asleep in each other's arms, a seemingly endless time spent in the embrace until they were shaken awake by Feng Min. Bags were under the Asian's eyes, and she looked angry to say the least.
"Really, you two? You kept the entire camp awake for like- hours. You seriously should have gone deeper into the forest, everyone's tired and we're pretty sure that there's gonna be another trial soon."
Claudette's skin darkened in a deep blush, turning her half naked body away from the hard-faced gamer. Meg only rose to meet the challenge, standing up and staring right into the other's eyes. She growled protectively, which prompted Claudette to become even more embarrassed.
"And what are you going to do about it? Rat on us? I know that you do this a lot wit- ow!"
The redhead was pushed away, her back lightly jamming in between a tree.
"Yikes. Touchy subject?"
Meg asked, dodging away when the younger tried to swipe at her. Quickly, she picked up her girlfriend's top and bra, taking her hand and dashing away from her. The poor botanist could only stumble after her, watching as Feng Min jogged towards them only to stop. The point was moot, the runner was much too fast for her. The conversation would have to be for another time, as the fog was rolling in. Claudette quickly put her clothes back on, shuddering as the mist took her away to yet another trial.