dbh female connor fanfic

Connor finds himself in the middle of the woods at night during a full moon with only the clothes on his back, his Crunchyroll backpack, and his favorite Mossberg 590 shockwave chambered in 12 gauge. Can he survive in a world that was never made for him to even exist? And even if he did, can he make himself a home to belong there? He never needed to live by anything but his wants in life. He had an easygoing life after he was 17 able to provide for himself. Even after he dropped out of college after a measly one semester and went straight into the workforce. It wasn't the worst a human being could experience. Sure he could be considered a wage slave but if he ever wanted to take a few months off he would quit and live off his savings till he needed another job. Who could have guessed he would find himself waging a war with creatures of the night in a fictional world? He sure couldn't have. And now? Surrounded by so much Death and Violence what does one do? How does one stay Sane? An Ethos, a Motto, hell even a Motivational speech followed by a Big Tittied Goth Girl patting him softly on the head would be enough. But until then he needs to stay alive.