Faith
"I can help you," a voice whispered.
Faith tried to turn her head, to see where the voice was coming from.
"Why would... help me?" Faith asked.
"Faith, right?"
This voice was familiar... strange.
"Yeah?" Faith winced with each word she spoke. Her throat ached from dehydration.
"Here," he said, gently tipping some water into her mouth.
Faith swallowed, the water almost stinging as it hit her throat.
"Why are you helping me?" she asked.
"Because what they're doing to you isn't right."
"You think?" Faith asked dryly, then frowned as she heard the clicking of a lock being picked. With his help, Faith sat up, the room spinning slightly, and her eyes unfocused as she looked at...
"I know you... B's ex-meat," she said.
"I like to think of myself as Riley, but yeah. You have to get out of here. I can take you to the exit, and that's all. You'll be on your own after that, are you going to be ok?"
"Five by five."
Riley helped Faith to the exit as promised, and then let her go. She looked around, shivering. She was in the middle of bushland, great. So she ran.
And ran.
Until she found civilisation, and she knew she had to get out of there, just as soon as she found out where "there" was, exactly.