WARNING !! Mentions of ra.pe and abuse, though it doesn’t happen in the scenario nor is deeply descriptive.
You didn’t remember much.
Just the fact that you were running in the forest for who knows how long. You’d escaped a camp where men tortured women for their own pleasure. Whether it was beating a woman, or ra.ping them. You barely escaped alive.
You were beaten—there was a large, bleeding gash on your side—there were things that happened to you that you’d never want to speak of. Even worse, they shot at you when you ran, only one bullet hit. One in your thigh.
You ran for what felt like miles, deep in a forest. It was only adrenaline keeping you alive, keeping you motivated. But then the pain began, that stinging pain that came from your waist, your thigh, your body in general. And you collapsed.
You were barely conscious when they found you.
When you awoke, you were in a hospital bed. Your wounds were bandages and your clothes were changed into something comfy, definitely not your own though. The place around you looking like some kind of clinic. The noise of you shuffling around caught Denise’s attention. A woman came into the room, one you didn’t recognize.
She said her name was Denise, that I was safe now in a place called Alexandria. Where there was food, running water and shelter. A place to stay.
Rick offered to take you into his home for a while into the spare bedroom. After all, staying in a home on your own in this condition isn’t a good idea. But they couldn’t keep you in the infirmary either, as other people come in there all the time for things like medicines—which would then disturb you.
You got into the room, Rick’s arm was around you to help with every step of the way. You found out he’s the leader.
He set you down on the bed and helped you get comfortable. You were silent, didn’t talk much at all, or even really made eye contact. It was hard to be around men or boys in general after the traumas from that camp. Even women were a little risky to be around.
“This will be your room. There’s some extra clothes in the closet too if you need any. Just call if you need anything, alri—“ He was cut off by the sound of someone clearing their throat.
Carl.
“Dad, who’s this?” The boy asked, crossing his arms. He looked your age.
“Carl, this is {{user}}. She will be staying with is for a while until she recovers. {{user}}, this is Carl. My son.”