Carefully I emerge from the hut and take in the fresh air. For the first time ever, i feel the wind. As far as I know that is, though it feels faintly familiar. It definitely does feel nice to inhale, and take in the hundreds of smells. The trees, the grass.. life!
A sense of relief washes over me. I really am free.

Ok... now what?
Looking around i see trees in all directions. I must be pretty secluded. Peering into the deep woods I see a light-source. I spot a small game trail splitting the tall grass leading in that direction. I bet that's where sire went to catch food?
I walk around the cottage and find an old busted up van with the motor running. I walk up to it and look inside. Without thinking I open the door and sit down. I find my foot resting on the gas peddle, and my hands slide to the wheel and stick. Huh.. muscle memory.. Maybe I know how to drive? Nah, probably a bad idea, I don't know what kind off attention i'll draw that way. I turn the engine off and pocket the keys.. i don't have pockets.. crap. I'll put the keys under a specific rock and try to make sure i'll remember til later.

Guess I'll follow the trail towards the light for now.
A little while walking later.
I think I hear voices in the distance. Should I approach? Maybe. Could be dangerous.
I'll approach carefully. Sneakilly even. See what kind of folk walks around in these woods.