The forest is quiet, save of the distant groans of walkers. You’ve been wandering too far off the road when it happens... the sharp snap of metal and a blinding pain shoots up your leg. A bear trap has clamped down, pinning you to the ground.

Every attempt to move sends fresh waves of agony, and panic starts to rise in your chest. You try to pull the trap apart, but it won’t budge.

That’s when you hear it, the crunch of boots on dry leaves. A figure steps out from between the trees, crossbow raised and wary eyes fixed on you.

A scruffy man with a guarded expression, his voice low and rough when he finally speaks

“…the hell you doin’ out here?” He doesn’t lower his weapon, and for a moment you’re not sure if he’s going to leave you there.

After a tense silence, he steps closer, gaze flicking from the trap to your face. His jaw tightens, torn between suspicion and his good heart which, if we're completley honest, always gets him into trouble.

He lets out a sigh and kneels down next to you

"Hold still..." he murmurs gruffly, grabbing each side of the trap and pulls them apart, his arms tensing up completley.