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CHAPTER 3 < who the hell are you? > • no episode • __________________
SHE AWOKE FROM HER SLEEP, the last thing she remembered was a strange man.. saving her life.
And now, she was in a comfortable bed, much different to the tall trees she had gotten so used to sleeping in.
She had no idea where she was, looking to her left she saw a wooden door, slightly cracked open.
She took note of the blanket draped over her chest, reminding her that she'd been left in nothing but a bra, she then saw the duvet covering her legs, she could feel the painful stitches in her cheek and leg and the securely wrapped bandages around her waist.
Where the hell was she?
She slowly began to get up, groaning in pain as she did so, the pain in her leg was unbearable as she stumbled and wobbled towards the window, she was greeted by the sight of what seemed to be a farm, with ordinary fences closing it in.
She couldn't help but wonder how the hell was this place still standing?
Her blood ran cold as she heard the creaking of a door opening, abruptly turning around she was greeted by an older man. With a kind expression plastered all over his face, that soon turned to concern as he looked at the empty bed, his line of vision quickly trailing to her.
Behind him stood a young blonde girl, who smiled shyly at spencer.
"Brought you some clothes" she said, outstretching her arm.
Spencer was being cautious, after not seeing people in months and the suffering she had just endured with those claiming assholes, she was not taking any risks.
However she soon convinced herself that the sweet older man and young women did not oppose as her threat.
Still suspicious, she slowly took the clothes from the girls outstretched arms, a grateful smile finding its place on her face for just a brief moment.
"fetch us, when your ready sweetheart" the old man spoke soothingly, and with an innocent nod and a smile he left, the young women following behind.
She got dressed into a tank top the girl had kindly given to her, finishing the look with a checkered pattern.
She took note at how they'd cut the bottom of her jeans, allowing better access to her wound.
She stood there for 10 minutes, dwelling between whether she should sneak out of the window and try her luck out in the woods. Once again.
