A Date...Maybe?

[Sierra]

Calvin felt bad for the way she grew up. Sierra hadn't intended it to sound sad. It wasn't. It was the only thing she knew. "It wasn't that bad. I didn't have any friends growing up, but there is a world out there that very few people actually understand, or ever get to see. I got to live in it, see it with my own two eyes. Appreciate it. This city thing is difficult at best. But I can see the convenience of it. Not having to find you own food, not having to know how to kill, clean and cook your food so it doesn't rot away before you have a chance to eat it. These city folk will die when the end of the world comes. It is coming, the wolves feel it. They know somethings on the horizon, but they don't talk of their knowledge with us."


Sierra hadn't meant to be all doom and gloom, but it was how she had been raised, her father had taught her how to survive. She knew where to go when the world went to hell. She was thankful for her way of living most so than any other time. Her father may have been paranoid, but he was right.

Sierra laughed at the rock knife she'd made. She smiled. "We will have to go out for a longer journey than a night if you want to know what I can teach you. The rocks here are not the right type. When your job allows it, we should go out one weekend. We can visit the wolves and I can show you how to make the essentials to survival out of what nature provides."