Deylia Jones thread w/ Brenson (,Danny)

Deylia woke up slowly. She sat up and stretched her arms out. Her stomach rumbled. She took a drink of water and stood up. Her brown, warn out shoes pinched her toes tightly so she slipped them off. Her feet had several blisters on them. Some were hard and tough but others were bleeding badly. She sighed and her stomach rumbled again. It was time to find some food. It was already hot and she wiped her forehead. Her face was covered with dirt and She hadn't eaten in about half a day. Her hair was tangled and dirty and her fingernails were long and uneven from her biting then almost constantly. She slipped her shoes back on with some difficulty. She walked through the woods and found some berries she knew were edible. She ate a few then ate some more. She saw a sharp rock and picked it up. She spotted a bird and threw the rock at it. It hit the bird, killing it. She grabbed it and then she saw a boy. Her eyes widened and she grasped the rock tighter.