A/N: Welcome to my Dead by Daylight self-insert fanfic! I've actually had this idea floating around in my head for quite some time now, and I'm actually really excited to share this with you! Anyways, I won't ramble too long; I hope y'all enjoy!

Chapter Genre: x

Chapter Rating: T

Rating Content: Coarse Language, Brief Depictions of Blood

Keith Williams.

Perks:

Loner's Instinct:

Years of keeping to yourself and observing the world around you has given you the ability to predict when something is about to go wrong. Gain a 10% speed boost when repairing, sabotaging, healing, unhooking and opening exit gates when within the terror radius of the Killer.

Jumpy:

Even when distracted, you still have an air of caution. If you're grabbed when repairing, unhooking or sabotaging, you have a chance of stunning the Killer for 2.5 seconds.

Distraction:

Your compassionate heart refuses to let others get hurt. The Killer gains an auditory and visual cue when you're near them while they're in a chase with another survivor.

/ / /

Life before the Entity was… not as simple as others thought it to be. I had been through a lot, gone through a lot, and yet I still managed to make it through all of it. Maybe that's why the Entity decided to scoop me up. Because I'm a survivor of life. Or maybe just because it wanted to fuck up my life further. Whatever the reason is, it succeeded either way.

My name is Keith Williams. And, well, this is my story about surviving within the Entity's Realm. It's probably the same as all the other survivors I've met while being here.

/ / /

It had truly been an exhausting day. Work had been tiring, despite it only being a four hour shift. The visit to my parents place ended in a massive argument, once again. The only moments of respite were my cats back at my apartment, and the walk I was taking, now.

There was a lovely trail in the town, in the forest. There's lovely boardwalks, and the forest was pretty during the summer evenings if you ignored the mosquitos.

I was just minding my own business, having a smoke against a tree. It was nice, just listening to the sounds of the forest. The sounds of crickets, cicadas, hearing frogs in the river, the rustling of what I assumed was raccoons in the bushes. I wasn't ever too worried about it, because as long as you respected their space, they'd respect you.

The only time I got concerned was when fog started to set in. I was pretty deep into the trail, and I could easily get lost if the fog was thick enough.

I tossed the cigarette to the ground, smothering it quickly and I started walking down the muddy pathway, heading back in the direction of civilization.

Or so I had thought.

The fog was getting thick really fast, so I just picked up the pace, hoping I'd find the exit of the trail soon. But it wasn't just the fog setting in, there was suddenly taller trees, looming over me in an almost sinister manner. Crows were flying overhead, screeching in the night. I looked down at the ground, noticing that I was no longer on the mud pathway. Did I seriously get lost?!

I started looking around, panic beginning to set in. Where the fuck did I end up?! I knew the trails like the back of my hand: there's no way that I could've gotten lost!

In my stupidity, I kept wandering around, hoping to find the muddy path once again. I had even retraced my steps, hoping to find the original path that I was on before I got lost, but to no avail. I started crying slightly in fear and frustration, hoping and praying that this wasn't happening.

I walked around for a few more minutes, the trees seeming to go on forever. It wasn't until I was ready to give up that I saw some light.

I gasped in surprise and took off towards it, thinking it was the entrance to the trail. I felt a wave of relief wash over me at the sight, thinking my somewhat brief moments of terror were now over.

I watched as the trees started thinning out, and my heart sank as I realized that it wasn't streetlights, but rather a large bonfire, which had multiple people sitting around it. Men and women alike. Slowly and cautiously, I approached them, clearing my throat to let them know I was there.

Many of them looked at me immediately, some of them standing up. I stopped moving then, wringing my hands nervously. "Um… I got lost." I said quietly, my social anxiety hitting me hard. "Uh, do you guys know the way out?"

Several of them looked between one another before looking at me, and I felt my fight or flight kicking in. It was just a bunch of strangers seeing another someone coming out of the woods.

A taller, thin man approached me. He looked somewhat of a mess, his white shirt only half tucked in and stained with dirt. He had a striped tie, and his short black hair was somewhat messy as well. And he had glasses. "If any of us knew the way out, we'd have taken it a while ago…"

I wrung my hands together again, his statement very off-putting. "Um… okay… do you think, like, I could stay with you guys until it's day? Or something…?"

Everyone looked at each other again, confused. I took a step back, suddenly feeling very unwelcome. "I can go, if you want me to."

The man in glasses put a hand on my shoulder. "If you go back into the woods, there's a big chance you'll just get… lost, again. It's best that you stay here."

"Are you sure I'm welcome?"

"It's not like you have anywhere else to go."

Another unsettling statement.

He gently lead me to the bonfire and a few people made room on a log, which I cautiously sat down on. I felt awkward, being between these strangers. Being around strangers in general.

I looked around the campfire, at all these unfamiliar faces. The man in glasses took his seat back beside an older man, who was currently smoking a cigarette, and a thicker-bodied woman. I bounced my leg nervously, wringing my hands together, the silence somewhat bothersome.

I reached in the pocket of my leather jacket, pulling out my own pack of cigarettes. I looked at the two people I was sitting beside. "Uh, do y'all mind if I smoke?"

They both shrugged indifferently, and I took a cigarette out of the package, pocketing the pack and grabbing my lighter. I lit the cigarette in my mouth, pocketing the lighter then as well. My hands were shaking from the anxiety I was feeling, and one of the guys sitting beside me took notice.

He was wearing a black studded vest-jacket, sporting identical looking pants. His hair was unruly and looked fairly thick as well. There was a hint of a moustache on his upper lip. He seemed to have some Asian blood in him as well, considering the tilt of his eyes. Unless I was wrong, which I probably was. "You don't have to really worry about us," He told me, which didn't exactly make me feel any better.

The silence dragged on for what felt like ages before someone came running to the fire, making almost everyone stand up. I looked over to where their heads were turned to, to see two more strangers running to the bonfire. Both looked bloody and exhausted, and I stood in shock, nearly choking on the smoke as I took a sudden intake of breath.

Why the fuck were they bloody, why the fuck were they bandaged, what in the absolute fuck…

The man with glasses ran to them, concern riddled on his face. "Where's Claudette and Quentin?!"

The red haired girl shook her head, and it seemed to be answer enough.

The other girl that was with her seemed almost angry. "It was Michael. He got us by surprise and we weren't able to get Quentin. Claudette tried, but it got her caught too."

A lot of the people around the bonfire looked almost distraught. I took a step back, nearly tripping on the log that was behind me, fear gripping at my heart. "What the fuck…" I whispered.

The red haired girl looked at me, her eye narrowing. "Who's the new girl?"

I cringed at that, tempted to correct her, but I didn't. I just let it be.

Everyone's eyes were then on me, and I suddenly felt very small. I didn't think introductions would really be all that necessary, considering that I wouldn't be hanging around for too long. But, apparently I was wrong.

I felt a nudge from the man with messy hair, and I cleared my throat. "Keith." I told them, but holding off on the last name. Strangers didn't need to know my last name. "My name is Keith."

The other girl, who was sporting a plaid jacket and was wearing a beanie, crossed her arms. "Where you from?"

I gave her a confused expression. "Same place as the rest of you guys. Just in town." I gestured to the woods behind me.

I heard a few chuckles and I saw a few people roll their eyes or shake their heads. The girl with the beanie looked more annoyed than anything. "None of you told this guy about this place?"

"Well, he only just got here a few minutes before you guys got back." The man with glasses told her. "We didn't exactly get a chance to. Besides, he looks freaked out enough…"

"He's gonna be stuck here, so he should know before he ends up in a trial without any warning."

"Trial?" I asked.

She approached me, then, and clapped my shoulder. "You might want to sit down. Whenever anyone else here heard the news, they, well… they never took it too well."

I took her word for it, and I sat myself down, taking a deep puff of the cigarette still between my fingers. I had a bad feeling about all of this, and rarely were my feelings wrong about anything.