Frank Dead By Daylight Novels & Stories

"To me... breath of life." My clear, white eyes began to shine under the moonlight, as my black hair blew in the wind that picked up around us. I lowered my lips back onto his. He screamed in a muffled voice against my lips. He fought hard against my roots. I dragged my lips from his, pulling with me the oxygen that filled his lungs. I looked at him and his eyes held nothing but fear. I blew out the excess air the filled my lungs up into the air. When I looked back down, Frank was dead, nothing but fear still showing in his eyes. "What... the... fuck??"

Frank yelled angrily, shaking his head as he walked towards Zane. But after he raised Zane to his feet, Deborah pressed the trigger, firing five rolls of bullets into his body. "Deborah, what the fuck have you done?!" Frank screamed, as Zane collapsed onto him, and he hugged him from collapsing to the floor.

"You and your family have truly suffered a horrible death, Fred—an entire family gone just like that, without even leaving a descendant behind!" I stared blankly at the scene as a sudden burst of wailing echoed in my ears. I noticed three coffins lined up neatly before me, holding the bodies of Wendy Lowe, Fred Lancaster, and Draco Lancaster—Mom, Dad, and my younger brother. Those who were mourning so passionately were Shawn Lancaster and Olivia Smith—my uncle and aunt from the countryside.

°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ I don’t know how long I sat there staring at that damn screen after it went dark. Maybe a minute, maybe ten. My brain just… couldn’t process it. Dead. The word looped through my head over and over, echoing like a broken record. Dead? How could I be dead? I could feel my heartbeat. I could breathe, my chest rising and falling, air filling my lungs. My palms were sweaty, my muscles ached from being thrown — dead people didn’t feel all that, right?

In this life, consider it a debt repaid. Finally, on a night one month later, Stellan died. When he went, his lips were still moving. I had to lean close to make out the word. It was Ansel's name. I stood in the doorway of the cell for a long time without speaking. Then, I had his body wrapped in a straw mat and thrown into the common burial ground. It was not an act of cruelty. He simply did not deserve more than that. Daphne died a few days later. She starved to death. From beginning to end, I never went to see her again.

I don’t know why, but something is rotten in my gut and it’s never wrong. We storm through the building, Roddy’s being the last room at the end of the long ass hallway. The door is locked and Grouch sticks his ear to it, then backs up and kicks it open. The immediate stench of death I know all too well hits my nose and I can’t believe nobody has noticed it. It’s at least fifteen doors from mine. Missile and Grouch storm in, but I can already see the lifeless body of Ryan “Roddy” Grimes on the bed. I step in the room and see a needle sticking right out of his fucking arm. His skin is already discolored, he’s been dead a couple days. And nobody even realized it. Some brotherhood we are.

/What the fuck? “To prove to everyone we are dead. Cillian…he did it this morning. The whole pack came out to mourn us. I don’t know who the bodies were, he won’t say but two people were wrapped in linens and went up in flames and everyone, including Phillipe, believes it is us.” “So…I’m dead,” I croaked with a wry grin.

she cut in. Just as they had begun dancing, the entire place went into a blackout. The power had been cut from its source. Darkness brought with it the wailings of the slaughtered, with bows, arrows, growlings and claws heard in disarray. The nightmare had seen the day! Death had come knocking! It was Death's Day!

Drayton pulled out the spear from me, and it even worsened matters. “Fuck, I'm so sorry.” Drayton apologized. “Franklin, please.” Scarlett cried harder. “I'm… I'm… so… sor… sorry.” I muttered as more blood poured out of my mouth. The moon went out of sight, and the day skipped dawn. The sun was immediately out, and it felt good that the sun would shine on me as I die. “I love you, Franklin.” Scarlett cried as I tried to touch her face. “I… love… you.” I muttered as a tear rolled down my eyes.

Grandma said, "Lay Ash down, Frank." Dad's hands trembled, but he still held onto me tightly. He then choked out, "Ash isn't dead, Mom. He's just—" Grandma cut him off, saying, "He's already dead, Frank. He died from a fever after you locked him up in the storage room the entire night."