The sun rose across the sky, shifting through the bright blue color as it sends its warm rays across the earth. The trees stood tall, stretching to the sky as they send their long shadows cascading across the earth. The morning air held its typical chill, the air puffing out of the woman's mouth as it drifted and disappeared into the air around her. The ground containing a soft coat of white frost, not enough to call snow but enough to show the coolness of the night.
Her legs bent with the weight of her own body and the weariness of each step as she made her way through the forest, dragging the two rabbits behind her. They were shot through the eye like she always did, she was known for her aim with the bow. As she slowed her steps to a stop, she let out a long huff of air and fixed her eyes on the ivy covered tree. Such an elegant looking tree, too bad it was hollow in the center and no longer grew leaves.
She finally called out in a low yet hardened tone, "Rick, where are ya boy?"
A young boy's head emerged from the tree, smiling slightly before he slid the rest of the way out, chirping softly, "Hi mommy."
The woman looked on her son, squinting her eyes slightly before she held up the rabbits and dropped them on the ground, "My feet hurt, yer cookin' tha meat this time."
Rick looked up to his mother as he just nodded, "Oh alright."
As he made the fire and began to cook the flesh of the rabbits, his mother spoke, "Winter's coming son. And we can't go into town for refuge. I use to have a group of frien's o'er by tha loggers who lived in tha forest there. They got tents and they sleep in tha' ruins aroun' there. We migh' 'ave ta join up with them fer tha winter."
The young boy's gaze blinked from the flames to his mother once more as he tilted his head, his sloppy, dirty hair flopping over with the movement of his head, "So we're gonna join up with some people?"
His mother nodded, "Yep, tomorrow though. I wanna rest fer now."
