Dwight

> *"Just accept it -- we're all going to turn someday."*
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Dwight is a Predator Survivor and DEX type Ranger, who has the potential to be promoted to Mythical Grade.

## Background

“Who are they?”
“Not sure. Someone brought ‘em in earlier.”
Dwight shrugged, but the man kept talking.
“I did hear something interesting, though.”
Grabbing Dwight’s wrist, he pulled Dwight closer to the bars of the lockup. Pointing at the prisoners, he whispered,
“See the two lovebirds holding hands? The girl’s a real looker, huh?”
“I guess.”
“My buddy works close to Negan. According to him, she was picked out to be one of Negan’s wives.”
Dwight almost choked on his drink. He swallowed hard.
“I see... So that means...”
“They’ll probably bring her in like the other girls.”
Dwight finished his drink and stared at the empty glass gripped in his hand. Tilting his head back, he squeezed eye drops over his burnt eye.
“And the guy?”
“Well, if he tries to put up a fight when they take his girl, he’ll probably be branded or killed.”
Dwight slammed down his glass and glared at the other man, eye drops dripping down the left side of his face. Turning from the cage, the man realized his mistake and made a hasty retreat. Dwight poured another drink, telling himself that the prisoners were not his problem. As he searched for more alcohol to dull painful memories, a drunk Savior staggered up to the cage.
“Shouldn't we separate them? Wouldn’t want anything to happen to Negan’s future wife.”
Dwight squinted towards the cage. He watched the couple hug each other, trembling in fear. Another Savior snickered and waved his hand.
“Nah, leave ‘em alone. Let them enjoy their last moments together. Before she leaves him for all that Negan has to offer.”
Hearing this, the girl started crying, and her boyfriend sobbed into her hair as he tried to comfort her. Dwight’s stomach twisted. He told himself that the girl had been given a choice, but it didn't matter. Flinging his glass to the ground, he ran outside and threw up until everything stopped spinning. The couple reminded him of himself and Sherry. The left side of his face seemed to burn, enraging him further. As he squeezed more eye drops on his bloodshot left eye, his rage turned to sympathy. He knew only too well what was in store for the man. He racked his brain for a way to help him but came up with nothing. Feeling defeated, he leaned against the wall of the outpost. Just then, several Saviors came out of the building. Hearing the words “Negan” and “wife,” Dwight dropped behind a nearby wooden crate and listened.
“Damn Negan’s men. Why are they coming so early in the morning to get the girl? I was planning on doing some serious drinking.”
“So, why can’t you? I’m on patrol tonight but I’m not letting that stop me. This is the first time in a long time we’ve had anything decent to drink. We’ve got to enjoy it while we can.”
“Yeah, but I’m the one who has to hand them the keys to the lockup tomorrow. I don’t even want to think about what would happen if they found me wasted.”
“Well, it’s too late for the rest of us. Come on. Let’s get you a drink. If we go down, we go down together.”
Dwight smiled. This could be the opening he needed.
He slipped back into the basement and hid under a blanket until everything went quiet. The only sounds he could hear were the guard's snores and some rustling from inside the cell. The guard had driven the other Saviors out of the basement to be ready to greet Negan's men in the morning. Dwight walked to the lockup door and put his finger to his lips. The wide-eyed captives nodded their understanding, hardly breathing as Dwight carefully searched the unconscious guard’s pockets. Thankfully, the guard was well and truly passed out from drinking. Dwight found a set of keys inside the guard’s pocket and used them to open the back door of the basement. Then he slowly opened the lockup door, making sure the iron hinges didn’t creak. When the door was open wide enough, Dwight signaled with his palm for the couple to wait. Wiping the sweat from his forehead, he unrolled the blanket that he had hidden under earlier and placed it on the floor between the cage and the basement door to muffle any footsteps. Once everything was ready, Dwight motioned for the couple to follow him. He watched as they embraced each other desperately and silently, tears streaming down their faces. With a bitter smile, Dwight guided them outside.
“Head north and you won’t run into any patrols. You’ll need to watch out for walkers, though.”
The couple thanked Dwight over and over again.
One of them asked, “Why are you helping us?”
“That’s my business. Now get lost before I change my mind.”
As they left, the couple stopped from time to time to look back at Dwight. Dwight stood there until they were out of sight, then went back into the basement. He rolled up the blanket and put it back where he had found it. Grabbing some empty bottles, he arranged them around the guard and smeared alcohol on his clothes. When Negan’s men came to the basement to grab the girl, they were sure to blame the prisoners’ escape on the drunk guard. Dwight went outside and pulled the keys out of his pocket, picturing Negan chewing out the guard. Smiling, Dwight lit up his last cigarette. As he exhaled, he tossed the keys to the north.

## Skills

 61 | Accelerate Speed of Infection | Targets stained in walker blood take 70% of Dwight’s ATK as damage every 3 sec, and their Energy is reduced by 20.

## Recommended Gear

Dwight is a good Survivor for the Combat Stages, Camp Defense, Alignment Defense and PvP. It's recommended to get his Personal Gear to level 10 or max it out and give him the Asyl's Best Shoes, Asyl's Best Scope or Asyl's Best Vest as Special Gear.