The early morning is chilly and dew still soaks the ground.
The smell of overgrown foliage mixes with the moisture in the air.
It smells like evergreen trees and rot. I imagine a group of uglies walking around covered in pine tree sap, then smirk to myself.
We had walked several miles since we left Cottonwood Residential and the sun had gained a few inches above the horizon.
It probably isn't much later than 7.
Digit perks her ears up at something moving behind the trees.
I stand alert and raise my knife in readiness. Just then a squirrel pokes its head curiously out of a pile of leaves.
As soon as it does, Digit takes off after it.
Within a few seconds, she brings it to me. Still alive, while it struggles between her teeth.
She was waiting for me tell her it was okay.
I didn't like thinking that I would have to cook it later.
It almost makes me sick, but knowing we were almost out of food I decide it's a better option than starving.
"Go ahead."
With a simple jaw movement, Digit's teeth sink into creature's neck, making it go still.
She drops the dead squirrel onto the road and I retrieve it, wrapping it into a bandanna for later.
I take one more look at the distance behind us then turned to continue the long walk toward home.
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