I toss and turn all night because I can't sleep, so when I wake up as the sun is rising I get the oh so wonderful surprise of my clothes being coated with dirt. Note the sarcasm.

I stand up and brush myself off the best I can -which isn't very good. I grab my backpack by the strap and swing it onto my shoulder, and a continue walking east.

My stomach growls, but I ignore it. I can't afford to be eating more than like twice a day. I didn't map anything out and I think that running out if food might be the worst thing that could happen out in these woods. I don't have the heart to kill an animal. Even if I did, I have no weapon. Wow I totally came prepared. Note the sarcasm. I totally should've thought this out more.

A/N sorry it's short, but it's what I've got. I'll try to update again soon. Thanks to anyone who actually reads this.