She couldn't have been older than 13. Wearing rags that barely covered her blossoming womanhood and with fiery, dark red hair she looked disturbingly apt. They was a sense about her, as if she belonged here, as much as any child could belong in a place like this.
"Thankyou." I spluttered, wincing as she pulled me up by my bleeding arm.
She looked at me then, stared into my eyes, her head cocked slightly like a curious bird and then she was gone, running away as fast as her bare feet would carry her.
"Wait! Who are you! Where am I? Please help!" I cried, but she didn't look back as she sped behind another mound of garbage and was gone.
Cradling my arm, I decided to follow her. Perhaps I would find her again or maybe she would at least lead me to somewhere I could get help. After all, she seemed to have survived here so far. I walked towards where I had seen her go - the rumbling of the approaching dumpster barely registered in my mind at all.
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