It was almost dawn and after a long night of walking, I finally came to a stop. I slowly took off the pack that I had been carrying and rested it on the ground. When I opened it, it'd been clear that I'd packed only the essential objects for my journey. There was a fleece blanket, a washcloth and soap, a hairbrush and toothbrush, as well as a few pairs of clothes. In an inner pocket, that was almost invisible, was a wad of money and a picture. I carefully took out the fleece blanket and closed the pack. I then rested against a nearby tree to rest.
Hours later I awoke, and at the look of where the sun had fallen; it looked to be about noon. I sighed slightly and sat up. I stretched my arms high above my head and let out a small seep of air through my pale lips. As I was getting up I heard a noise from behind a bush. I jumped slightly at the sound and I did not move. Fear from that dreadful night in December rising inside me. It was April, It'd been four months since I'd been alone and c