°Nomad°

I strap a knife to the side of my boot, getting in my gear so i can patrol the surrounding jungle area. I'm currently at my survival shack deep in uncharted jungle, which is where I've lived for 1 month and 6 days, hiding out from those who have betrayed me. Juneau pants loudly next to me as she waits for me to be ready. suddenly, we both freeze as the quiet rustling of branches occurs nearby. i slip the knife out, my intense brown eyes searching the area. I whisper ... stay, Juneau....