Cedric was prepared to protest, but Colin had left before he could even get a single word out. With an inaudible sigh, he ducked behind a rusted car, pulling out the knife that he always kept tucked into his boot. He didn't know if they'd come for him, so he had to be wary.

 A young girl lay on the ground, a rusted bear trap having latched around her ankle. Blood seeped steadily everywhere; her whimpers and groans steadily receded as her life force left her body. With one final effort, she managed a feeble plea, having noticed Colin. Her dirty fingers stretched towards him, shaking terribly. "Please, help me..."