Dwight sat underneath the windowsill as he tried to catch his breath. He must have already spent half an hour creeping through the grass and trees, but the trapdoor was nowhere to be seen, and the Trapper was most likely aware of what he was aiming for.
(more) "Screw you," Dwight whispered, directing the comment towards the Entity. Suddenly there was a snap outside. Dwight shut his eyes, waiting as the footsteps came nearby, and then left again.
He stood up after a few seconds and took off in the other direction.
"Shit," he said aloud, trying to pretend as if Meg was still with him. It made him feel less terrified. "I can't seem to remember if I'd even seen it earlier today-"
A bear trap snapped nearby. Dwight felt tears prick his eyes and quickly crouched beside a locker and a brick wall, covering his eyes. His heart was pounding. There were footsteps, and then silence.
A hand closed around the back of his shirt.
Dwight wailed initially, but a minute later he was simply resigned to his fate as The Trapper pulled him onto his shoulder and began to walk.
He heard a familiar howling and his head lifted just as he was dropped to the ground in front of the hatch.
The Trapper turned away but he grabbed at the heel of his pants. The killer turned to stare down at him, adjusting his grip on his club. A few tears dripped down Dwight's cheeks thanks to his fear, but he held on regardless. He should be dead, but he wasn't.
"Thank you," he whimpered. Underneath the mask, he saw the edges of a mouth set into a deep frown. The Trapper had a face.
The Trapper had been human.
Dwight crawled backed into the trapdoor's tunnels.(less)