Normally, Jen wasn’t one for hiking, especially alone. With one eye blind, the other nearly there, and her myriad of injuries, it was just asking for trouble. But, well, she hadn’t seen Daniel in months, she had no one else she could reach out to, and she was getting cabin-fever being alone in the small apartment she called home.
At least it was a nice day out, and it hadn’t rained in a while so the ground wasn’t slippery. And it wasn’t too cold, so her joints didn’t hurt too badly. It was kind of sad that this was seen as a positive, but honestly when 70% of your body is burns or scars, you take the little things in life when you can.
Using a tall walking stick to lean against, Jen made her way along the path, smiling to herself as she watched a hawk take off from a branch and swoop down, catching itself lunch. Really, this place was beautiful... It made her feel peaceful, and made her yearn for her paints. She hadn’t touched an easel in years; she wasn’t even sure if she could still paint like she used to, back when she had her full sight.
Sighing, she continued along her way until she came to a small campsite. At first glance it appeared abandoned, but Jen knew better. The fire still had embers.... Was someone near-by?
