Scruffie Warcil's Story

Scruffie could feel something different, and could smell something different. The sheets beneath her smelt of dust and the air was heavy with moisture and mold, pressing down on her face with the same unpleasantness a hot breeze had; it should be refreshing, escaping the polluted air of the slums, but it was just a different kind of heavy, reminding her that she was in no way free. Slowly, she opened her eyes and sat up. The room was small: just the bed she was laid on, a sink and a small wardrobe, not much bigger than a kitchen cupboard, but it was the quiet she noticed the most. She sighed softly and moved her legs out of bed. She stretched first, yawned and stood up. She walked to the sink and splashed some water into her face, then dried it with the small hand towel.

Slowly, she glanced around and examined the room more closely. She yawned slightly and then noticed the door. She had no idea what to expect outside, or what to expect in the area, or what to expect at all, and it made her scared. She looked at the hoodie she was wearing and sighed softly. Then went to her bed and looked around, and found her teddy bear. She smiled and hugged the thing like she hadn't seen it for years. She then turned to the door again and walked to it, keeping the teddy bear close to her. She placed her hand on the handle and opened the door, then sat down in the door opening.

Forest woke up feeling very twitchy and panicked. Confused he opened his eyes to find out why. Much to his surprise he wasn't in the forest anymore. He jolted up and leaped off of whatever he was on, landing with an almost silent grace. Looking around rapidly he saw he was in some sort of box, like the one that the hunter lived in only smaller. Much smaller. Now in full panic mode, Forest searched around for the door, the device that would let him out. After a short moment he found it and after another short moment of trying to remember how to work the device he was out of the box. Still in full panic mode Forest searched for the nearest tree. He found one, ran to it, and quickly climbed up so he was balanced carefully on a high branch. His eyes were staring wildly down at the ground below, looking for something familiar, a landmark that would tell him where he was. He didn't find any, instead he saw another person, sitting in the entrance to another box. He moved backward on his branch, using the leaves on the tree to hide. A small whimper escaped his throat, sounding more like a wounded animal than a human. He was frightened and confused. Ready to attack anything that got near.