Four months. Such a short time, and yet it felt like a lifetime. You were lying there, snuggled close to Richard, the forest around you quiet and still. He had rescued you from those terrible cannibals, becoming your protector, a father figure in your new, terrifying world.

Until she came. Amy. The woman who claimed to love Richard, and made sure to remind you of her presence every chance she got. Whenever you would leave for the truck to rest, they would be all over each other, their actions making your blood boil.

As you lay there, listening to the silence of the woods and the rhythmic sounds of the man you cared for beside you, he suddenly spoke, his voice tender and gentle. "Go lay in the truck, darling." He said, his hand gently stroking your hair. You could feel Amy's smile, her silent taunt making your anger rise.