where: treeline at the edge of town
who: benjamin creed (@thirtecnth)
tw: ptsd, injuries, panic attack
"I am Avery Beck. I am Avery Beck." She murmured to herself as she stumbled through the trees. She didn't know how many days she'd been out here, wandering the forest. She'd lost track of time ages ago, but she was sure he was still following her. For the first few days she'd hidden from him, even catching sight of him a few times as she crouched in the brush. Every time he moved on, but she remained frozen, barely breathing, heart pounding in her ears, until she was sure he wasn't doubling back.
She found shelter in a few hollow trees, a hollow log, an overgrown bush. She ate what berries she could find, but it hadn't rained in days. She tried sucking morning dew off of leaves, but it wasn't enough. She could feel her energy waning. But she had to keep moving.
"I am Avery Beck," she muttered again. A reminder she'd repeated to herself every day for the past ten years. He'd called her something else. "Sarah." But that wasn't her. She wasn't Sarah. She was Avery Beck.
A tingle fell over her in a wave, like she'd touched an electric fence, but there was nothing there. She brushed it off. She knew she was dehydrated, possibly delirious, but she had to keep moving.
Stumbling out of the trees, the town seemed to appear out of nowhere. As the ground leveled out, she ran forward, but her legs gave out underneath her, sending her tumbling to the ground.
"H-help! Help me!" she called out weakly, reaching for the first person she saw.
