Teaser for my new story:
The group never trusted him with a gun, because he looked too young. They never trusted him to go scouting, because he fell once and they called him a clust. They never trusted him with anything. The only reason he was in the group, was because his was treated as the 'baby'. Constantly having someone hovering over him even though he was an adult.
He wanted to do something for the group, he wanted to get away and bring back food or medicine for the group. So, while everyone had their back turned, the silver haired boy went to go sneak off.