"Oh man..." Dwight groaned, hearing a sound he had heard all too often. The sick snap! of a bear trap, though he was relieved that he didn't hear a scream. Maybe someone had disarmed a trap instead of getting caught in one.

He knelt in front of a generator, carefully pulling the levers and watching the pistons, making sure his movements were in time with the machines rhythm. Last thing he needed was the killer's attention on him.

But as he worked, he heard the crunch of leaves, causing him to turn around with a soft gasp. Thankfully, it wasn't the hulking killer, but someone new, just a few feet away, looking lost as can be.

"Oh, god that sucks-" He started with empathetic chuckle, before cutting himself off and whistling sharply.

"Hey! Over here!" He beckoned them over, stepping back from the gen.