Hugo
I whistled while I picked weeds from around the crops, clearing the way for the more useful plant to grow. I knew some of the dryads weren"t particularly fond of the idea of getting rid of the plants like this, and in an ideal world, maybe things would be different. But the world hadn"t been ideal in a long time, maybe even since before the apocalypse started.
I fed a particularly nice-looking leaf to Daisy who happily hopped behind me and luckily ignored the vegetables. She knew that she wasn"t supposed to eat them, though I wasn"t entirely sure how she knew that, just that she did.
howMy gaze was drawn to a figure skulking by the edge of the fields and even from a slight distance, I recognised Max. His shoulders were hanging low again and I wondered if he was having another surge
