Town ○ Nora.

Brianna rummaged through her battered rucksack for her old jeans; they were at the very bottom, still rather damp from being soaked in the stream. Brianna frowned as she took them out, she had no choice but to wear them, they were the only dark jeans she had with her, and the pants she had on now were filthy and ripped. She changed quickly, pulling her only hoodie over her head, it was dark green which was handy, she pulled her comb through her hair and tied it into a messy bun, she grabbed her pen knife and her sharp flint stone out of the pocket on her bag and slipped them into the waistband of her pants, she sat down on the damp leaves and took a deep breath, she was feeling kind of nauseous.

Her biggest fear was giving a trail back to where they were staying, so she was going to go a different route after Nora showed up, through the long way, not on the path. She glanced around at the dense forest she was situated in, was this an obvious place for soldiers to look if they found out there had been an explosion or something? Brianna’s heart was skipping beats like no tomorrow; she lifted herself off the floor and headed back to the trail where Nora should have been waiting for her.