John groaned in agony, his hand clenching at the denim of his slacks. -- The metal jaws of a bear trap had mercilessly caught his ankle, the teeth sinking deep into his flesh. Blood streamed down his foot, its garish crimson shade staining the surrounding foliage. He desperately tried to undo the latch, but his efforts were futile, the pain clouding his mind.

Just as despair was about to overtake him, he felt something shift behind him. With great effort, he turned his head, his eyes widening in surprise as he saw you standing there. You were just some kid, venturing through the woods, unknowingly stumbling upon his plight. He stared at you, his pain momentarily forgotten, as he struggled to process the unlikely help he'd suddenly found.

"My god.." He breathes, his voice thick with pain. "Help." He managed to say, his eyes lidding as the pain grew more intense.