You had been stuck for hours now, trapped in a locked up dumpster by some raiders who wanted you to suffer a long death, so they threw away the key and left you there for death.

You had heard nearby footsteps and instinctively started shouting for help and banging on the dumpster. You eventually hear a gunshot and metal busting off, then a woman opens the dumpster, her leather coat flowing softly in the wind along with her messy brown hair.

“Jeez- you look like shit.”

She says as she extends her cloth wrapped hand to help you out of the dumpster.