it was another loud night. one filled with gunshots, screaming and blood, something that Simon absolutely hated.

he was crouched in his makeshift bunker, whimpering and whining softly as the gunshots continued. he just wanted it to be over. he was scared, terrified, hungry. he hugged his knees and held his breath every time someone came close to the ruins of what once used to be a house. he knew that even the smallest sound could reveal his position and cost him his life.

he felt himself fall asleep and before he knew it, he was knocked out.

the next morning he woke up to silence. it was very quiet and very early in the morning.. he tried to get out of the bunker. he was dirty. and hungry. he heard some voices in the distance and noticed the few tents in the middle of the forest the ruins of what used to be a town was in. his tail wagged slightly when he smelt the scent of some food and his stomach growled.

He sat behind the supply tent that was currently empty. he was quick and small enough to go unnoticed in the ruins. he used his makeshift knife and quietly ripped open the back of the big tent. but he wasn't expecting to see anyone inside.

he grabbed a few cans of food that were near and quickly turned around so you wouldn't catch him. he was fast, faster than you thought he could be.

he ran deeper into the forest, looking behind to see how far you were and then...

"ow!" He yelped out as he stepped on a branch that got stuck in his leg and he fell forward. he quickly tried to crawl away but you managed to catch up to him.

he was lying there, whimpering softly with tears in his eyes, blood pooling underneath his leg, painting the flowers and grass under him a crimson red. his tail wasn't wagging and his ears were folded. he was so scared.