bearbones ☾

♥ Jesus Christ it was freaking cold. Her whole body was freezing as she sat up against a tree. A few layers of clothes and the thinnest blanket to every exist did their best to keep her warm. Katelyn woke up in a daze, her body desperately trying to keep her awake and warm. A shape inhale burned her lungs and the exhale left nothing but fog. She sat there for a few minutes, trying to remember how she got here. What happened last? Blinking a few times seemed to clear up her blurry vision. Holding her finger-less gloved hand in front of her to test her sight. Only to see some died blood on her finger tips. "Well, that's not good." her blue eyes scanned over her body after discarding the blanket. Finding the source of the bleeding, which was now just a scab. She must have cut her head at some point. Breathing in and out, she pushes out the memories.

Her fingers wrap around the strap of her travel bag. Beginning to dig through it like some wild raccoon. No food. No water. No badges. When did things get this bad? "Shit." Katelyn grumbled to herself. Huffing in frustration as she leans against the tree once more. Successfully hitting her head harder than she meant to against the bark. She sat there a moment longer before rolling up the blanket and shoving it into the green bag. Zipping it up, she felt for the handle of her buck knife. Which was still strapped to her side. At least she wasn't defenseless.

Standing up made her hunger and dehydration more noticeable. Swinging her pack on, the girl looked around once more to see if she was forgetting anything. That was probably something she missed most about being with a group. Someone to watch her back, remind her of things, help her. Sniffling, she rubs her running nose before continuing through the mountain side. God, she hopes she isn't getting sick. As the sun reaches the middle of the sky, Katelyn is forced to remove some layers. Shedding off her jean winter jacket, tying the sleeves together to keep it on her waist. Brushing her hair back into a pony tail, only to have her last hair tie snap. Another sigh escapes her chapped lips. Letting her hair fall down, wondering if she could use something near by to tie her hair up. Probably not. Why did she wonder so far out into the middle of no where?

The sun was beginning to set and her mouth was dry as hell. Standing still for a moment to listen around. Rushing water was a familiar sound to her and she followed it. A small stream from the melting snow called to her. Katelyn practically ran down the small hill to reach it, as if it would disappear. Dropping to her knees, she ignored the rocks digging into her through torn jeans. Using her hands to drink the icy cold water, which burned the broken skin on her lips. She forced her hands into the water to wash the dirt and blood off. Only then, she took a moment to look at her refection. Bringing a wet gloved hand to wipe at some of the dirt and blood on the side of her face. But not enough to wash it all away. She was dirty to say the least, unable to remember the last time she cleaned up. Time was nothing when you're alone for so long. Taking off her pack, she filled a tin bottle up with river water.

Her eyes adjusted to the moonlight as she continued walking along the creek. Tripping a couple of times at first but now she was a pro walking in the dark. Skillfully dodging the jagged rocks that reached up from the ground. She found herself on a road later in the night, to which she could guess it was close to midnight or something. Walking on the smooth surface was different from the water side. Leading she to trip and land flat on her back. God, she was so hungry. Her stomach painfully growls and she places her hand over it. Not to mention to was freezing once more. Sitting up, she slips her jacket back on before laying in the middle of the road once more. She had just closed her eyes when, in the distance, she heard a neigh. A neight?

Katelyn shot straight up, looking into the black distance. Horse? She stumbles to her feet, moving along the road and towards the noise. The girl brushed back her hair as she stared ahead. Village? "Oh god, please be nice." she whispers to herself. Since she had her fair share of running in with the 'bad' groups of people. She could hear small voices of conversations happening but their words- she couldn't make them out. Taking a step forward, she then heard someone behind her. Twisting around to see who or what it was.

// so she is just outside the village, feel free to have y/c be the one she heard behind her or just appear in front of her idc. she is pretty beat up but still my thicc gorl
also, i'm super excited to join the new world for the first time and please let me know if i did this joining thing wrong so i can correct myself and such : )