Prologue
Jennifer has a secret. She doesn't know why, and she clearly knows that it's wrong, but she can't help it, she keeps getting drawn in by her.
Ever since that day where she saw her face for the first and last time, Jennifer has been bewitched by her ever since. It's just too bad that girl wants to kill her.
But nevertheless, Jennifer still loves her. And she still dreams of that nostalgic memory a lot. The moment they bonded the most and revealed their names to each other. Their real names.
Jennifer still remembers word for word of the name she wrote down to her that day. Hi Jennifer, my name is Talia.
Talia... what a pretty name. Jennifer only had that single thought in mind for when she read that name. But over ten years had since passed, and those names have long been forgotten by ones that now cast a very large shadow on their relationship. And by Talia's own peers no less.
And much like the nostalgic dream she had, Jennifer can never forget the moment, in that claustrophobic room, where she saw both their soon-to-be-known names written right in front of their very 'own' eyes.
Jennifer's name: Prey. And Talia's name... she doesn't care. At all. Talia will always be Talia to her. She's simply a part of her.
So Jennifer will live day to day and love her like always—even if Talia tries to kill her and nothing else. That's just the kind of people they are.
Prey
A new day starts, but for Jennifer that can only mean another day of work. Everyone at the shelter has to do their share and Jennifer is no exception. She has to wash all the dirty rags and clothes by the river in the mornings, and sharpen hundreds of wooden spears in the afternoons which are then used to hunt the next day. It's tough work, but Jennifer doesn't mind. At least she isn't responsible for the lives of every person here like a gatherer is; she's far too careless for that.
So with that constant thought in mind, she diligently goes around the varying huts to fetch the many baskets of clothes and then proceeds to march toward the side of campfire area that's closest to the river.
"Heeeyy! Jeeniferr~!" A roguish looking man hollered at her.
The man's name is Kevin. A gatherer and a friend of Jennifer's, who's just coming back with the fish he caught along with a few snapped spears. He throws the broken spears near the round campfire to serve as a source of kindle for later on in the night and jogs alongside Jennifer.
Kevin peruses Jennifer up and down before eventually grinning at her. "You're growing nicely as always, huh, Jennifer?"
Jennifer hits him in the arm with no hesitation. "You always say that. And I'm far too old to be growing anywhere you pervert."
He shrugs. "Well what else am I meant to say when they're always listening?"
"So you ogle my breasts for them to hear instead?" Jennifer rolls her eyes back at him.
"It's better than letting them know our location, isn't it?"
"You're far too lax. Too green." Jennifer stomps on his foot and walks away with a pile laundry in hand, ignoring him completely and settling herself down by the river bend.
"Ouch. You're mean to your old friend. Besides, I can say the same to you. Sometimes I wonder if you would even care if they find us—not that I would possibly know any of that anyway."
In the midst of her scrubbing and washing the clothes, Jennifer sharply turns toward Kevin, her eyes twitching, showing a fierce scowl on her face.
