"Anyone out there...
Please...
I need help..."

To his discovery,

he found a woman,
probably in her mid to late 20's,
by the dumpster.

Obsidian hair
soaked and unkempt,
mud clinging on to the ends.

Sore feet,
with blistering skin.

As his eyes trail downwards,
she wore a white summer dress,
but tattered, dirtied,

and bloody?

Her thin arms were over a bloody spot on her dress.

Blood continues to spread across the dress.

Dropping down to one knee,
he grabs ahold onto her shoulders
and shook her a bit.

"O-oi! Helps on the way!"

The woman brings her head up,
revealing all the bruises on her face.

She looks at him with exhausted eyes
and faint smile appears on her face.

"Is...
that so......
Thank... you..."

Her eyes close
and her arms became lifeless.

"Oi!"