As the young woman stepped off the bus stop she suddenly felt the urge to step back on before it left without her. Her green gaze looked at the broken down gas station across the street and a forest of dead trees surrounding the area. This is where the address had led her? Vicky didn't appear to be any older than 18, fresh out of school with little or no aspirations for college, yet. A single piece of paper was grasped between her hands. It was crumpled, discolored and aged, and on its surface an address was written. The ink had been smeared and the paper stained with countless tears. Vicky gripped the paper to comfort herself and took a deep breath and stepped away from the bus. The doors of the bus squeaked closed and off it went, leaving behind one very lost, anxious, and solitary indivudal. And all she had was an address, a couple hundred dollars, a broken cell phone, and the clothes on her back. Perhaps this hadn't been the best idea she'd ever come up with. Either way, there was no turning back now, her journey had come to its end, or had it?

Who is Victoria?
Appears to be no older than 18
Platinum blonde hair
Green eyes with blue flecks

Background story to come...