"That sucks," Graham dropped the food that he was carrying to the cabin that he saw a day ago. Well, it WAS a cabin. It was now burned down, and from what he could tell, the fire started not too long ago. Graham, oddly drawn by fires, waded into the ashes, some embers still shone with a deep red. Graham didn't mind, pain is part of life.
At the far end of the rubble, there was some wood that survived the fire, only slightly charred. He crouched down beside it, pushing aside piece of rubble, and felt the intricate pattern with his hands. It was once part of a bed, he could see minor bits of fabric still burning away beside him.
This was no accident, he decided, nothing besides the cabin was affected.
Graham hoped the people who lived here got out all right, though through the rubble he couldn't tell if the ashes were wood, human, or mutie. He looked around for some evidence that they left, maybe they would lead him to a town. He planned to sell his deer meat. He soon found what he was looking for, human tracks. From what he could tell, there were two people, one teenager and one kid, roughly his age, give or take 3 years.
At the far end of the rubble, there was some wood that survived the fire, only slightly charred. He crouched down beside it, pushing aside piece of rubble, and felt the intricate pattern with his hands. It was once part of a bed, he could see minor bits of fabric still burning away beside him.
This was no accident, he decided, nothing besides the cabin was affected.
Graham hoped the people who lived here got out all right, though through the rubble he couldn't tell if the ashes were wood, human, or mutie. He looked around for some evidence that they left, maybe they would lead him to a town. He planned to sell his deer meat. He soon found what he was looking for, human tracks. From what he could tell, there were two people, one teenager and one kid, roughly his age, give or take 3 years.