"Have you noticed it, too?" Claudette asked, her voice just above a whisper.
Jake raised an eyebrow at her, then shook his head. The generator sparked under his fingers but didn't explode. This time. "What are you talking about?" he murmured, glancing backwards to catch sight of anything(more).
When Jake simply stared uncomprehendingly at Claudette, she bit at her lip and closed her eyes, fingers still inside the machine. It exploded with a bang. Jake shot up, grabbing her by the wrist and tugging her behind a bush.
"Wait," she said, motioning for him to stop moving. "Listen."
He did. And just then he realized what she meant. There were no footsteps. No screams. No heartbeat.
The only sounds were his and Claudette's breathing.
For once, it seemed even the crows had disappeared.
"How uncharacteristic," Claudette said. She stood up, brushing dirt off her knees and looking around. "Be careful," Jake said. "They might be nearby, just hiding. Waiting."
Footsteps arrived soon after. But it was just Bill, and Nea right behind him. "Have either of you heard anything?" Bill asked. "The Killer. We don't even know who it is. We finished three generators already."
"Neither do we," Jake said.
However, even as Claudette and Bill left, Jake couldn't bring himself to leave the trial. Not yet.
"Good luck, and run like hell if you see them move," Nea said, giving him a final salute before leaving as well.
He found the Trapper in a corner, facing the brick wall without moving. Occasionally the grip on his weapon was readjusted, but beyond that, he was silent.
Jake swallowed nervously before stepping closer-
At least until the Trapper's head snapped to him.
"You should go, kid," he growled.
Jake didn't respond. He simply turned and ran to the exit.(less)