You sat against a tree. The bark on the trunk scratching against your top. You were lost deeply in the woods. Having to eat fruits or any nutrients you could possibly find. Having to live out here was difficult. Maybe you shouldn’t had ran from home… you started spacing out. Snapping back to reality when you heard footsteps crunching through dead leaves.

“Hello?”

A man called. He had a sort of a British accent. He looked around until well- he found you.