The room was dimly lit, the only sources of light being the torches that hung to the side of the rough stone wall. There were numerous cracks on the walls and lots of mold growing, making it look like it had been around for a hundred years. Along the floor were piles of rubble and rusted rebar scattered around. Finn walked down from the stairs that led into the room, one hand firmly holding his new flame sword he got a few dungeons back and the other grabbing onto one strap of his backpack.
As Finn stepped off the staircase, he looked around the new room he was in, pointing his flame sword forward hoping to light up the room a little more. He carefully walked around the room as to not trip over something. He examined and dug through the piles of rubble, hoping to find some loot. He searched through every pile until he went in a circle and search the first pile. Finn pouted, frustrated that the dungeon he found was a dud. After doing one more checking sweep, he turned heel and headed for the stairs before faint crying could be heard beyond the walls.
Finn paused, skeptical that what he thought he heard was real. When the faint crying came again, he turned around and checked the room again. When he walked to the farthermost wall of the room, he could see a faint orange light coming from a huge crack in the wall he hadn't noticed.
Carefully, he squeezed through the crack and made his way through, sword in front of him to provide light. The trek through the crack was cut short when he entered a small room, the walls similar to the one's in the previous room except they were a lot cleaner, like it had been well maintained.
He looked around the room with fascination, perhaps this dungeon wasn't a dud after all. He looked to his right to see the orange light coming from a corner with a few cans and bottles scattered about. Finn raised an eyebrow, thinking that someone might be here. He raised his sword up in case the someone might attack him. He slowly made his around the corner, the sound of crying getting louder the more distance he covered.
He fully turned the corner and saw a rather humanoid figure with what seems to be its legs crawled up against its chest, its head in its arms while it cried, with its back against the wall and near a dying campfire. The figure was also covered in a ragged cloth the had multiple tears and patches. The area around it was filled with lots of empty bean cans and water bottles, and a pile of newspapers that sat on the other side of the room opposite of the figure, making Finn think it was where this figure slept.
The figure didn't seem dangerous, in fact it looked like it was in hurt, so Finn lowered his sword a bit and approached it slowly, still gripping on his sword firmly just in case. Once he was at the side of the figure, he noticed how it looked almost like him, almost human.
From what he can see, this figure had long, black and frizzy hair that cover its body like a shield. The figure was small, Finn guessed it would probably be able to reach his nose. He looked at the skin that was exposed on its legs and saw that its skin color was similar to his skin color, albeit more lighter. Finn widened his eyes in surprise before shaking his head lightly to try and focus on helping this figure.
He tapped what looked like its shoulder and felt it tense up at the contact. Suddenly, its head whipped up and turn to gaze at him and visibly tensed up more when it saw him. Finn gasped in surprise when he saw that this figure looked exactly human, and that it was a girl. Her face was dirty and a little bruised, and her eyes were a brighter shade of blue than his but bloodshot from the crying. Her two upper front teeth also protruded a bit when she gasped from the contact.
When Finn was examining the possibly human girl in front of him in curiousity. Quickly, the human girl shot her arms up and shielded her face from him, trying to defend herself. "P-Please don't hurt me!" The girl cried out with a high pitched voice. Finn stopped himself and raised his arms up in defense. "Hey, it's okay. I'm not gonna hurt you." He assured the girl. The girl slowly lowered her arms a bit and looked at him with teary and hurt eyes. Finn would have been relieved if not for the huge gash that ran on the side of her left arm from the elbow to the wrist with makeshift bandages made from old cloth that was soaked in blood that ran around her arm to close the wound but only doing so much.
Finn raised his eyebrows and was suddenly concerned for the girl. "You're hurt." He said. He quickly looked through his backpack and pulled out a first aid kit a moment later. The girl lowered her arms a bit more and stared at him, feeling somewhat relieved that someone found her and had first aid for the gash on her arm. A moment later, Finn pulled out a roll of bandages, gauze pads, medical tape and a bottle of alcohol.
"Give me your arm." He said. The girl hesitated a bit but slowly offered her arm to him. "I'm gonna take the... uh... bandages off, okay?" The girl nodded sheepishly. Finn nodded back and grabbed the knot of one of the cloth and carefully pulled it back. Once the cloth fell to the floor, the girl winced in pain when the wound opened up a little. Finn looked up to her in concern, her eyes were shut tightly and she had her other hand in between her clenched teeth.
Finn was saddened at the sight, this girl must be going through the worst pain she had felt ever. Finn looked down to her arm again and tried to focus on getting off the second piece of cloth. He grabbed the knot and pulled it, letting the cloth drop to the floor and the wound opening up more. The girl winced again, tears starting to form at the corner of her eyes. Finn knew he had to work quickly so that she wouldn't have to go through the pain slowly, so he quickly but carefully grabbed the last knot and pulled it.
The wound was now fully opened, although there wasn't a lot of blood. Finn quickly got the bottle of alcohol and popped it open with his mouth, and pour a bit on the wound. The girl let out a high pitched scream as her body jolted, but Finn kept a firm grip on her arm. Finn took a deep breath and poured some more alcohol onto the wound while the girl screamed more, tears now rolling down her cheek.
After pouring the alcohol, Finn got a pair of gauze pads and placed them over the wound, using his thumb to keep them in place while he grabs the roll of bandages. He rolled out a strip using his teeth and placed the end against one pad and started rolling the bandage around her arm. He rolled it until her forearm was covered in bandages which is when he grabbed the medical tape and rolled out a strip using his mouth and placed it over the end of the bandage.
Finn let out a breath in relief that it was done, but found the girl passed out on the floor from too much pain. He looked at the girl with sadness and confusion. Finn had a million questions he wanted answered, but that wasn't priority now, what he needs to do is to get this girl to safety.
So he put the medical supplies back in the first aid kit and put the kit back in his backpack. He picked up and sheathed his flame sword and picked up the girl bridal style, her head and hair hanging limply over his right arm. He made his way out of the room and slowly headed for the stairs, heading for the treefort.
A/N: So what do you think? Review please and tell me if you would like me to continue.
Now before you ask about my other story The Flask of Wellness and why I'm starting a new story, let's just I've lost interest in writing that story due to other hobbies like drawing and music and that it just wasn't fun to write that one (seriously, I spent like an hour trying to write two paragraphs). But hopefully I'll go back to that story one day, but if any one of you guys want to continue that story then PM or something.