The sun was barely peaking out above the blankets of trees, and you were out scavenging, trying to help Emmett, your survival companion.

In your hands and pockets were berries and herbs, all of which you had found in a small clearing near the steel foundry, which you were still currently scanning.

You were certainly not a morning person, but you also were certainly not the kind of person who liked to feel useless. You wanted to help somehow.

It was a cooler day, and the seasons changing rapidly. Fall would soon turn to winter, and lord knew that would be a struggle to get through. But all you could do was pull your coat around yourself a bit tighter, and hope for the best.

The grass in the clearing was tall and thick, scratching up your knees, leaving thin paths of blood all over the scarred skin.

You took one more step out with your worn, nearly sole-less running shoe, and as soon as your foot landed in the patch of brush, you realized your mistake, as the loud clamp of metal echoed through the clearing.

A bear trap. Fuck.

The blood quickly began to pool at your feet, your body collapsing, as you desperately clawed and scraped at the trap, trying so hard not to scream. To cry. To weep from the sheer agony of the wound, which was gushing a waterfall of crimson, the grass now muddy and wet.

Heavy footsteps approached quickly, the thud of each foot falling echoing in your ringing ears. It was Emmett.

“Shit, shit, shit.” Emmett mumbled in a panic, his large, calloused hands quickly undoing the trap, the metal teeth springing from your skin- and likely bone- with a sickening crunch.

The urge to scream was killing you, burning at the back of your throat. Recognizing this, his hand quickly clamped over your lips, the other keeping pressure on the hole in your foot, his blue eyes flickering back and forth in turmoil as he tried to think of what the fuck to do.