It was a fairly nice day. In fact, it was just nice enough for Zoro Roronoa to take a walk.
He didn't know where exactly he was headed or how long he'd been walking. However, he'd ended up on a dirt road next to a field. It was lucky he happened to look out at the field.
There was a body out there.
Did this mean he should call the police?
He pulled out his cell phone, but before he could dial one number his eyes registered movement.
Zoro stepped off the road, putting his phone back in his pocket as he approached the supposed body.
It was a girl with blue hair. She looked hurt.
He cautiously poked her face, hoping she'd wake up.
The girl opened her eyes to see a muscular, green-haired man hanging over her. She shot up and scrambled backwards away from him, her eyes wide. She tried to ask him who he was, but she couldn't speak. She grabbed her head and scooted back even further from the green-haired man.
"Hey!" Zoro exclaimed, surprised by the sudden flurry of movement. "Hey, I'm not going to hurt you!"
He looked into her eyes.
"What happened to you? You look awful."
She touched her throat and shrugged at him. She had no way to tell him anything accurately. On top of that, she didn't remember anything.
Zoro frowned. "What's wrong? Can't you speak?"
What happened to this girl? She was battered, dirty, wearing rags, and she evidently couldn't even talk. Who did this to her?
She shook her head. All she knew otherwise was how frustrated, sore, cold, and confused she was.
Zoro stood, helping the girl up with him.
"Come on. I'll take you home. We'll think of something."
Seeing she was hesitant about going with a strange man, he added, "Hey, my name's Zoro. I'm not going to do anything bad to you. I'm just going to help you find your family."
She looked up at him and suddenly felt better. Taking a rather large leap of faith for anyone in her shoes, she nodded to him and squeezed his hand.
