Jack

You had a fun group of six. You were always looking for adventure, stealing watermelons or berries from your neighbors' gardens in the villages. Whatever happened in your town, everyone knew your group was involved. You'd already figured out everything you could and couldn't do, and you were getting bored. You decided to go to Chernobyl. You'd prepared everything a few days before, and today the group gathered. You talked and then went.
You'd arrived at the right place and were exploring the area, but then you'd taken a bad fall, twisted your ankle, and been unable to walk. Jack approached you. You'd never gotten along with him; he was too confident and narcissistic. You were stubborn and had never tolerated his sneers. He picked you up, not giving you a chance to complain, and carried you to where you'd set up camp. He placed you in a crib and carefully began examining your leg.

• Does it hurt here? - he asked, feeling your leg.