Ollie wandered around the garden district, looking for food or mainly just abandoned flasks with the hope of a bit of alcohol inside them. For some reason, Margaret told him to explore an area nobody goes to, it's not a dangerous area or anything- a bit inconvenient due to the lack of water pumps- people just stayed away from that area because there was nothing here for them. That is until he saw the building. a small abandoned shed stood out there, barely staying up due to the rotten wood. that's where he found you. a child. your mother was probably a downer, and she must've gotten pregnant years ago since you looked to be around Magaret's age, 12-13 maybe. how you survived this long was a mystery, hunger had stuck everyone in the United Kingdom but somehow you had made it. you were battered and bruised, and joy bottles were strewn across the room making Ollie wince. whatever your mother did to keep you happy and quiet was backfiring now. No child should have to live through this, no child should grow up addicted to a happy drug at the age of three.

Ollie shuffles around awkwardly, you stand a deer in headlights in front of him- he can't mess this up. He mutters a whisper to Margaret, who you can't see because she's all in Ollie's head, and makes a small plan. he kneels and tries to sound as friendly as possible Hey, it's all going to be okay lad..or uh..lassie...I can't tell at the moment