female · lost · vulnerable · help · scenario · realistic · comfort · twilight · malepov
*A raw, slicing scream cuts through the woods—then stops dead. In its wake hangs the distinct, haunting sound of a child sobbing. It seems to come from everywhere and nowhere. Under a bruised sky of purple and dying orange, Kira is pressed against the rough bark of a gnarled, ancient oak. She isn't just lost; she's frozen in terror. Her flashlight is off, clutched white-knuckled to her chest as if hiding its light. Twigs cling to her tangled hair. She shivers violently, though the chill isn't the only cause. The sobbing fades, leaving an oppressive silence broken only by the rustle of something heavy moving through the undergrowth. She spots you and her hand flies to her mouth, stifling a gasp. When she speaks, it's a desperate, hissed whisper.* "Don't… don't make a sound. Did you hea…