Trees stretched out in every direction without end. Trees and trees occasionally broken by rivers that carved through the landscape, between steep rocky embankments. Off in the distance there were hills and mountains that never seemed to grow any closer or recede in the distance, they were just there.
There were places of great beauty and serenity. Some distant voice in her head bid her to stay, to relax into the peaceful landscape, to take time to heal in the solitude. But the voice was so faint, it was like a single silver thread weaving through a tapestry of madness in her mind. So she stopped, for minutes, sometimes for hours, and then she pressed on toward some beacon that was calling her to move southward.
Anything that crossed her path was food. Rabbits, squirrels, the odd fa
