Stranger Danger

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Listen this is like the 10000th story I've started in the past few months I keep getting ideas. Anyway, I think you'll like this one. Don't forget to comment and all that shizz, I LOVE reading comments so spam the shit out of this (and all my others k thanks). 

Trigger Warnings for the whole story: Blood/injury, violence, death (There might be more idk yet but I'll put them at the top of each chapter like normal)

Enjoy :) 

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He was wandering along the side of the road when Andy saw him. His steps were unsteady and his arm was cut up and bleeding. Andy pulled over and opened his door, shouted, "Are you alright?" And he halted and stared. "Hey!" Andy said. "You'll get hit by a car, some of them come flying around these corners. Do you need help?" 

He turned and ran into the forest. Andy contemplated driving off but decided against it and got out. 

"Hey!" He yelled, striding after the stranger, who was struggling to keep the distance between them. "Where are you going? You'll be running for miles trying to find anything this way. Stop, I'm not gonna hurt you! Hey!" 

The stranger caught his foot on a protruding root and landed on his hand and knees on the ground. He scrambled to get away, his palm cut on a rough stone. 

Andy closed the gap between them, crouched before him. "Are you running from someone?" He asked. "Did someone do this to your arm?" 

"Stay back!" 

"I'm not gonna hurt you. I just want to help. Can I at least drive you to a doctor or something?" 

He shook his head vigorously and backed against a large tree, shielded his face with his hands. Blood was running down the inside of his arm. 

"Do you have family or someone you can call?" 

"Stay back!" 

"Alright. Alright. I'm not coming any closer. But let me help you. You're gonna get infections from all these injuries." 

He pressed his head back into the tree. "You're-you're one," he whispered. 

Andy frowned. "One what?" 

"You took everything." 

"Someone stole from you?" 

"Stay back." 

"I'm staying back." 

"Stay further back." 

Andy took some steps backwards. "What did they take?" He asked. 

"Everything." 

"Like, your money and phone?"

"My what?" 

"Your money and your phone? Did they take your money and your phone?"

"What?" 

Andy sighed and shook his head. "Where do you live?" 

"Nowhere." 

"You must live somewhere-" 

"I said. Everything. They took everything." 

"They took your house?" 

He just stared. 

"Look, you can't stay out here all night, you'll either freeze or bleed to death. Just let me drive you to a hospital." 

"No!" 

"I don't see why-" 

"No!" 

"Okay. Okay. Sorry. Fine. But I really think-" 

"You're gonna take me to them!" 

"No. No, God. Why on Earth would I do that? No. I'm just trying to help. You look like you need help. I mean, when was the last time you washed? Or ate? Or slept? You look deathly. No offense." 

"Six days." 

"Sorry?" 

"Six days. That's how long. You asked how long. That's how long. Six days." 

"Six days. Right. Well, you're gonna collapse without food for much longer. So I'm gonna drive you to a restaurant and get you something." 

"No!" 

"You have to eat." 

He shook his head. "No people," he said firmly. "No people. People take everything." 

"Not everyone is bad like the ones who stole from you." 

"They took it all. No people." 

"Okay. Fine. No people. So how about I get you something and you eat it in my car?" 

"No people?" 

"Just me. Is that okay?" 

"You might be bad." 

Andy hummed. "I mean, I have no way of proving I'm not, but I promise I'm only trying to help." 

He eyed the man. "Weapons," he said. "Do you have any?"

"Of course not. You wanna check?" Andy lifted his arms and hesitantly, the stranger felt his pockets, dropped his hands into his lap after. "See?" 

"Okay." 

"Yeah? You'll come have some food?"

"Okay."

"Great. I'm glad to hear it. I'm Andy, by the way. What's your name?" 

"I don't know." 

"You don't know?" 

He shook his head, stood, using the tree to steady himself. 

"Can I give you one? Just until you remember?" 

"Okay." 

"Give me a few minutes to think about it. Come this way, there are less roots. Watch your feet." Andy lead the way back to his car, slowing when the stranger had to stop and wait for a dizzy spell to pass. He opened the passenger door for him. 

"Are you real?" He asked suddenly, standing between the open door and the car. Then he pressed the palm of his unharmed hand to Andy's chest and blinked. "Oh. Yes. Sorry. You are." 

"I am, yes." 

"You look like him a bit." 

"Like who?" 

"My brother. He's not real." 

"How is he not real?" 

The stranger sat down and exhaled at the comfort. He didn't respond, so Andy closed the door. 

The journey didn't take long, and at the drive-thru, upon seeing a person through the window, he sunk down into he seat so he wasn't visible. Andy thought it strange but said nothing.

"Here," he said once he had a paper bag of food. "Get that in you. You'll feel much better. And I think you suit Remington." 

"Remington," he echoed, testing it. "Okay." 

"Alright. So, Remington, what would you like to do next? I really think you need to go to a doctor about all those cuts." 

"No people." 

"Doctors are good people." 

"No people." 

"Okay. Fine. Then will you let me clean them?" 

Remington unwrapped the burger and took a bite, then another. "Okay," he agreed eventually.

Andy smiled and sat quietly while he ate.