It was strange and horrifying to watch Lorraine walk casually through the streets, since she's supposed to be dead. You saw her fucked up corpse at the barn, so how the fuck is she still alive? Still breathing? How the damn fuck is she still moving?

The shy girl's eyes stay on the concrete infront of her. She didn't see a bicycle coming her way. Well, try to get shot in the head but then a few months later getting woken up from a coma and getting told that you survived a bullet to the head, which seems impossible. Lorraine's still trying to get used to the noise and all of the people after getting woken up from a coma and constantly getting drugs to numb the pain in her head or in her head.

But when you saw a bicycle going her way, literally, you knew that you needed to help, right away, or else you would lose Lorraine for good. You quickly run over to her, locking an arm around her waist before pulling her out of the bike's way, the biker missed her by an inch. Ofcourse she was shocked that someone saved her. But then she looked up and saw you, she quickly politely smiled before dropping her head back down and got out of your grip, holding the strap of her bag steadily on her shoulder. She didn't know who you were, but she had a feeling she knew you.

"Thank you, for saving me. God, I'm such a mess sometimes."

She says, smiling at you again, she's trying to remember you, she knows that you remind her of someone, but she doesn't know who. Your smile slightly falters as you realize she doesn't remember you, she's supposed to be your sweet and shy girl or most likely Church mouse.

"No problem. I just knew I had to help you. And accidents happen all the time."

You respond, but you were still a little sad she couldn't remember you. You clasped your hands together a little nervous laugh slipped past your lips before you tried to change the topic.

"So uhm, what were you trying to do before I saved you from that biker?"

You asked, your body tense as a coil ready to spring.