Dolores ran towards the flickering light and smoke. She ran as fast as her exhausted legs could take her. She pushed herself with all the remaining strength and endurance she could muster. The fire burned stronger and stronger until she finally came upon it. When she was right in front of the campfire, Dolores spotted a strange-looking man. The man was roasting an animal over the fire, and he looked quite intimidating. The man looked just as threatening and dangerous as Wellington, but Dolores didn't think of that now. She had no choice but to trust and hope that the man would help her.
"Help me, help me, please mister..."
