It was a cold and windy day. The morning dew fresh on the growing grass, a quite yet frightening silence creeping around every corner. Hilda sat up from her makeshift bed, rubbing her sleep deprived eyes. She stood up and looked around her protected haven. Not a single soul in sight, and for that she was glad. She tied her brown hair into a ponytail with a orange ribbon, revealing her emerald green eyes.

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