Wandering.(Open)

I always wondered what it was like on the outside growing up. Now that I have seen it I am glad I had the curiosity. Some people visualize people like me, wanderers, as people with less then pure intentions. Most of the time that's not the case, we are just people that wanted to be freed from oppression, but don't have any other means of doing so but escape.

I used to love my life, my dad brought food home everyday, I had a great family in general, and I eventually had a love. Then everything went to hell, the capitol shut down the hunting grounds and forced everyone to work in factories or refineries. That's why I left and that is why to this day I don't regret it. Well maybe I regret leaving my girlfriend behind but its far to late to reconsider talking to her.

I find myself walking in the forest, around sunset. I am currently heading back to a den I forged over the years, with my kills for the day in my hand. I look around for a second before stopping to rest, its at least another two miles from my den so I need the rest. So I sat there, resting with my kills for the day laying dead next to me. Watching the sun go down...