I manage to make fire in the cramped space. I don't know what to do when I know that he's out there. I hate that he didn't reveal his actual name to me. Looking around, my eyes zero at the sack he puts my needs inside. Grabbing it, I untie the material and ruffle through the items until my hands reach for the bunch of books.
I slide one after the other until I find the one captivating enough, and drop the others for other times. I've always find comfort in books, so I suggest to cool myself, I should read.
I start to read right after lurking close to the fire, the warmness and the story doing a perfect job of smoothness for me. I halt, hearing a sound. I wait for a while, but when I hear nothing again, I continue reading having thought that it's nothing, but was proved wrong when the cu
