A Shovelful of Dirt || Jess & OPEN
The work has been long and hard. Jess is relieved the weather isnât staying as hot as it would be had they been doing this in the summer heat, but sheâs still sweaty and filthy, dirt clings to her everywhere and sheâs still going, still digging the hole even deeper, she had it about three feet deep, and five feet long, she still wanted to get it deeper but she was taking a break to re-hydrate and let her body relax for a moment. Next to the hole is a pile of make shift stakes, wood and a few sharp rusted metal pieces. When she gets the hole to the right depth sheâll start setting the bottom so if anything falls in itâs going to get stuck.
Taking a long pull of her water though itâs warm itâs not as hot as her body is, and it feels cool going down. Sweat makes her hair stick to her neck despite it being up in a bun, and she wipes a stray hair from her forehead. Sitting at the edge with her feet hanging in the hole Jess is happy to have gotten as far along as she has, there are still a few traps to set up but so far things are going on schedule, she does what work she can when sheâs not on patrol, and others help when they can. While she takes her break, Jess pulls out her knife and grabs a piece of unsharpened wood and starts to make the tip a point, her back is to the fence and she keeps her sense trained to hear if someone or something comes around, the only sound she hears is the quiet of the woods and the scrape as her knife takes part of the wood off.
When she hears the sound of footstep approaching behind her Jess turns to look and when she sees that the sound is a friendly Jess goes back to work quickly, she doesnât really have time for chit chat and she needs to get these last few stakes done before she gets going on the hole, she hopes to have it done before night falls.








