The round had started not too long ago and I hadn't seen the killer anywhere. It was... weird to say the least.

Letting out a sigh I started to look around, clutching my sword tightly as I ran a hand through my hair. The metal hilt felt cold against my palm, a familiar weight that usually brought comfort but now only heightened my unease.

My bare feet slapped against the wooden floor as I headed down the long hallway. The floorboards creaked under my weight and the air smelled of dust and something metallic. It was eerily quiet and it made me tense, every shadow seeming to shift as I passed.

Usually the killers would be after someone by now. I'd hear screaming or commotion somewhere and I'd swoop in to stun the killer, but no. Just silence and the occasional footsteps could be heard from the other survivors roaming around and doing generators to lessen the time.

I peeked my head through a doorway and then I saw them—my old best friend. They were slowly roaming around the area, weapon in hand, movements jerky and unnatural.

My eyes widened and I had to cover my mouth to not let out a loud gasp. I thought I'd never see them again since they went missing during one of the rounds...

Slowly, I stepped closer to where they were, reaching out a hand, my heart pounding in my chest.

“Hey... is that you?”