Bridget sat in one of the tents, she was playing with a few crayons that had been found before. Rolling them around in her hand, she looked out at the a guard who was walking around the camp. The forest was a boring place to be especially being at her age where she wants to do things most of the time. Dragging herself out of the tent she wore black jeans, white vest and a black cardigan laid on her shoulders. Keeping grip on her pocket knife that was in her pocket, that was the one thing that would keep her alive if she was in some sort of problem. Bridget took the crayons with her, holding them in her spare hand, she didn't have anything to draw on except logs that were found around in the forest and brought back for the fire in the middle of camp. As she didn't have many things to do, she left her mind to wonder and think about random things as she sat by the fire. Her hands were freezing but she didn't want to remove her grip from the pocket knife but she did let the crayons go, letting them roll to her feet as she stuck one hand out to be warmed by the fire.