Scar kneels on the grass just outside the fence of his base. His shovel lays next to him, discarded for now next to the pit he has already dug in the dirt. He leans over the edge and places barbed wire down. He lets out a sigh as he finally gets the trap set up before he hears a thud, sounding like someone stumbled behind him. He gets up off his knees and whirls around, brandishing his hatchet. His eyes scan his surroundings for the source of the noise.

[art by @morrickkk on tumblr]