"Nea," Dwight whispered, staring over the stones as the Trapper hoisted Ace over its shoulder. "Pass me the flashlight."
She gave him a look full of doubt. "Yeah, no way," she said, peeking over the stone wall they were currently sitting behind. "Not after last time."
'Last time(more)' was a reference to when she had handed Dwight her fancy toolbox and he had accidentally used all the wires and components in it instead of letting her take it back. At least if the box held something inside it before they left the trial, the entire container would be replenished. It was one of the few blessings the Entity gave to the survivors.
"Hurry!" he insisted, glancing towards Ace. He was barely even struggling. Great. Nea rolled her eyes but handed it to him. "I swear to God, if you break it-"
Dwight stood up, rushing towards the hook. He aimed the flashlight at the Trapper, who stopped walking to simply stare at him. Dwight's hand was shaking. He couldn't get the beam onto the Trapper's face for the life of him. From behind, he could hear Nea sigh and Ace do the same until-
There was a heavy cough and suddenly the Trapper's head went forward before Dwight was startled by a rusty laugh. The flashlight fell to the ground as the Trapper howled, and Ace didn't even need to struggle. The killer simply dropped him, still laughing, and turned around. The three of them didn't waste any time. They turned and ran.
"Flashlight?" Nea asked, stopping Dwight before he left the trial. He hesitated. "I dropped it. You saw what had happened there-"
"Go. Get it."
The look in her eyes told Dwight he had no choice.
With a resigned sigh, Dwight turned and hurried back into the cornfield. (less)