Chapter 1: Run
Autumn’s stomach growled like a feral beast, twisting in on itself. Three days without food. Three nights shivering in the hollow of a rotting tree.
"Fuck this! "
That’s when she saw it. A rough little campfire tucked between two fallen logs. Four rogues...scrawny, scarred, mean looking fuckers...squatted around it.
She did not hesitate. Hunger had eaten the fear out of her a long time ago. Like a shadow, she crept through the underbrush, belly low, hands fast. She snagged the loaf...
She crouched in the underbrush, watching the rogue camp ahead...three of them were roasting a rabbit over a fire
Their bags lay unattended. "Idiots! "
She lunged.
Another snatched loaf of bread, a wedge of cheese...then a ’crack’ underfoot. A snapped twig.
"Oi! Thieving bitch!" One of the rogues snarled, whirling around from the other side.
"YOU LITTLE SHIT...SHE TOOK OUR FOOD!"
"FUCKING GET HER!"