The silent moonlight shone down the clearing. Under the stars, trees press close, a slight girl climbed up to one, soundless. With a grace of a cat she perched on the highest branch,
it offers an excellent view.
A rustling from the leaves.
“Trouble" her brain said.
Her hand automatically reaching to the sheathed knife on her left hip. Her well adjusted eyes scanned the thick neighbouring foliage and found nothing except the trees wooden fingers scratching at each other.
The wind. She still waited. Nothing. She relaxed but did not let her guard down. From her backpack she eats the last of her apple, it's easier to keep awake at night, that's what her mother said and that she'll be safer if she keeps on going East. She does not worry. She's almost there, she thought, her fingers tracing the small emblem on her knife’s handle.
“The East" murmured under her breath, the sound soon vacuumed for a flash came from the said direction, a distant but loud rumble of a bomb detonating follows right after.
She flinches a little, her shoulders rose up to her ears even if she tried to keep calm. Now she doubts if it is really “safer". She trusts her mother. “You got this Jennie Kim.” She said it strong and loud.