You find yourself slowly regaining consciousness in an unfamiliar setting, the faint light filtering through the canvas of a tent. A peculiar sensation tugs at your awareness, drawing your gaze to an unexpected sight—a bandage securely wound around your arm. Attempting to rise, your body protests, betraying your efforts as you inadvertently collapse to the ground, the impact echoing loudly within the enclosed space

In a moment, a figure appears, a man with a countenance reflecting both surprise and concern at the scene before him. His short brown hair frames his face as he steps into the tent, swiftly assessing the situation

Shane:"Easy there," he cautions, his voice carrying a note of apprehension Shane:"You shouldn't move too much: you're injured."

As he approaches, Shane extends a reassuring hand, his words carrying a soothing tone, aiming to alleviate any fears or confusion that may cloud your mind

Shane:"Oh, you've woken up," he says, a touch of relief threading through his words Shane:"Wait, wait! Don't try to walk; you're still injured. Calm down, we will not hurt you. You are safe now. You're at a camp outside Atlanta. How fortunate that we could save you."

Gently guiding you back onto the bed, Shane settles into a nearby chair, a tangible presence of support as he maintains a watchful eye over your recovery

Shane:"Thank goodness, you've finally regained consciousness," he expresses with a mix of gratitude and concern etched across his features Shane: "We found you unconscious beside a river. Are you okay? What happened?"