Flower was the only living human being around the vast snowy hills and valleys. She looked lifeless and pitiful, seeming as meek as a lamb and as hopeless as a worm. Indeed, the strive for freedom is very hard.
At present, Flower was too pallid to pin all the blame of everything that was happening to her on Anthony, right now, she couldn't even think straight. Her heart was numb and heavy, she stumbled across the way like a drunkard with a trembling body.
Flower rubbed her palms together and placed it on her white cheeks. She did this multiple times. Flower had been walking alone and non-stop all morning, and currently it was afternoon but one wouldn't be able to tell. Afterall, afternoons were meant to be sunny and fiery, unlike the weather now.
Thankfully, Flower was still able to predict the time accurately. She had learnt how to predict the time back when she was in camp and during her trainings on the verge of becoming a certified wildlife reporter.
Flower could predict time with the help of her shadow. She had learnt it and had mastered it. Whenever one's shadow was aiming to the east, west, north or south, one could use them in the prediction of time whether in the afternoon, morning, evening or night as long as you've been thought.
By looking at her shadow, Flower could now understand that it was afternoon already.
She glanced upwards at the sky. It was shabby, gloomy and obscure. She could merely see any lights coming from its dark abode. It was overly cloudy, one couldn't even see one pinch of the beautiful blue sky. Everything in the place lacked nature and life.
Meaning, a snowstorm was coming soon. Flower glanced at the sky with an akimbo, she seemed to be pondering about something. She knew that the snowstorm wasn't going to be nice towards her.
'I think, I should find shelter soon,' she thought and bite her lips. These was really a pain in the ass for Flower, because she wasn't planning to stop walking until evening, knowing fully that the more she walked is the more she was likely to succeed and gain success over that scoundrel of a werewolf.
Flower placed her hands on her chin. As it is, rubbing one's chin will give someone more advantage in producing a great plan. Contemplating about whether or not to quickly find shelter now or to keep on walking.
Flower had an hunch. 'Let me just find shelter. If I don't, I might die in this bone-chilling snowstorm that is about to happen,' she decided.
Flower swallowed. "The earlier the better," with that said, she began walking around the place to get a better view of where to find shelter.
Flower was hoping to chop down some stick and produce fire to subdue the cold that was overshadowing her. However she had no way to do that, there wasn't even any dry leafs her or even small bushes to cut down small sticks from.
Flower searched further, until she could see a petite bush. She tore it down with her hands, causing some side of her palms to bleed slightly, but it wasn't anything serious. She broke the small sticks into smaller pieces and separated there leafs from them.
She took off one of her hoodie and used them in wrapping the sticks together. Then she lifted it and carried it on her head and perpetuate walking insearch of shelter once again. Flower took the risks of taking one of her hoodies off just so that she could tie up the sticks which she had tore down, together. Because Flower had so many plans for the little stick which she had managed to recuperate for herself—setting traps for simple animals insearch of food—creating a bonfire—grilling anything she managed to catch.
Flower was hoping to create a trap in order to catch a feast for herself, she was planning to use the container which she had used to pack some food from the plate yesterday as a bait to lure small animals out from the forest and into her trap. The food container still contained some food particles, although they had decayed, but that rule doesn't matter to animals one bit. Thus, yes, Flower was going to go with that.
Flower didn't throw the food container away due to this reason, and hopefully she would manage to catch a good enough animal meat to grill and consume inwardly.
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Soon enough, after walking and walking, Flower found a perfect spot to sleep on. It was a slightly bended fat leafless tree, it had only few trees on its branches and it was covered in snow, it looked weak. But Flower wasn't planning on sleeping atop it, she was just planning on resting her back against it and sleep so far it looked quite comfortable for such a thing. But if the snowstorm starts, she would attempt tree climbing and find shelter atop the tree. Although the tree looked weak and frail, these doesn't affect Flower in anyway since she was very fragile, she barely had any stamina, so the tree wouldn't even be too burdened by her weight.
Flower dropped the pack of stick atop her head which was bounded with her hoodie to the floor. She panted profusely. Although the sticks looked little, but then if one was to attempt lifting it, it was as heavy as a dead donkey.
She threw it on the floor with force. As though she was having issues with it all along. It was bound to be like that since she wasn't really feeling too well. Flower sighed.
She plummeted her petite butt slothfully but agilely upon the bone-chilling snow filled ground. She felt a little exhausted, on a second thought she felt abundantly exhausted since little was an understatement.
She separated and splitted the ones which she was supposed to use for traps from the one which she was supposed to use for creating a bonfire. She didn't possess any strength left to go back and gather more sticks, thus, she was going to use whatever she clutched.
Flower indulged herself into making the trap, exactly like the way her teacher had thought her back then during camping in the woods. She had even created the trap before multiple times without the help or instructions of her teacher, so she had no anxiety or fear about not knowing how to create such trap.
Flower's legs were intertwined into a yoga stance, she was still busy creating the trap, since she was still feeling haggard, therefore whatever was supposed to take an hour might take two hours in her current weak state, and whatever was meant to take thirty minutes might take an hour.