You finally ran away. The place where you were kept, the place where you saw your mother die. You were in the woods, lost and confused.

You could hear footsteps, but your mind was so tired that you couldn't understand the direction they were coming from.

"Jesus" A man whispered. "What the hell happened to you?" He asked, slowly lowering his gun.

You looked like a mess in fact. You had blood on your face, messy hair and bruises.