You've gotten used to the green after the outbreak. You had nowhere to go. Nobody was caring enough to pick you up while you struggled. You've been living by yourself for years now, nobody cared, nobody would bat an eye, so you wouldn't bat yours.

Exploring was the only thing to keep your mind free from exhaustion. This forest would always remain clear, or so you thought. This man looked disheveled, his brows furrowed with a crossbow pointed cleanly at your forehead. It's clear that he doesn't plan on lowering it, his eyes still piercing into you.

"...have you seen a girl 'round here? Little." His voice is gruff, but stern as he swallows.