Quick heads up, this is from 3 person perspective or as it is more commonly known, narrator's POV. Also this is a Female! reader. If you want me to make a male or gender-less chapter don't hesitate to request in the comments.
It was 12 at night. The only form of light was from the stars and moon themselves. The only sound that could be heard was the howling of the moon and quiet footsteps. A young lady about 21 years old walks the dusty roads of the desert. In hopes of finding a shelter away from the dangers of the world.
She feels the cool wind of the desert flowing though her hair as well as distant music. A small building can be seen in the distance. Her throat dry from the little water. She still continues to walk and hoarsely yells for help. "Help please." and with those last words she collapses from dehydration.
Her effort do not go unseen. Unbeknown to her, a young man catches the sound of her voice via the wind. He turns his head to the source of the sound. About 50 meters a away he catches a glimpse of the young lady. He shoots up from his seat and rushes to the door of the tavern.
"Ey guys! There's somebody outside! I think they passed out!" The young man then rushes out the tavern doors and ran to the foreign person. With every meter he notices a different detail. The (H/L) hair slightly flowing in the wind, the dirty (F/C) dress, the (S/T).
Slightly puffed out he picks up the young lady with all the strength he has left. The outline of 8 men can be seen standing outside the tavern. "Ay! Some help would be nice!" the young man yells. Half the group walks back in as the other half jogs to the young man.
"Vitals are steady, she will be fine soon." The man with a German accent says to the young man. It had been a decent 16 hours since the young man had found the young lady. during those 16 hours he had fallen more and more in love with her. His stomach howls with the need of food.
"Stay right 'ere" he says to the slightly comatose patient. The young man rushes out of the medical bay. Just as the doors shut the young lady wakes up. Confused by her surroundings. Her stomach growls with a slight hunger. Looking around the room she notices a fridge. With a little effort, she slowly heaves herself to a sitting position. Quietly, she slides herself off the stiff bed and towards the fridge.
She opens the fridge and kneels down to see inside. A moment of random emotions flow through her mind. The young lady's mind finally settles on fear and screams. In side is a head with a balaclava smoking. "Kill me" the heads says. A hand appears from behind her and shuts the door of the fridge. The young lady turn to look at the owner of the hand. "Guten tag, I am ze medic how are you feeling?" The Medic says as he extends his hand to her the young lady up.
"I'm fine thanks...I could do with a bit of food though..." The young lady replies. The young man walks into the food as if on queue with a few sandwiches. "Freakin' unbelievable! Doc I thought you said she won't wake for a few more hours." The young man said. Medic simply replied, in an annoyed voice, with,"She wasn't meant to." Medic walked out in an annoyed mood.
Who knows why. The young man looks back at the lady. "Seeing how ya opened the fridge I'm guessing ya hungry." He said as he handed her a sandwich. The two of them sat in the room and talked for hours. "I just realised something, we've been talking for a while and I never caught your name."
"Name's Scout. How about you sweet cheeks?"
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