Chapter 28
In the morning, I was feral.
There is a reason people chop down trees and go live in frickin houses.
It’s cause forests are scary.
Even though I was in a narrow ribbon of leftover forest, a tiny part of what had been there decades ago, and without animals and such inside it, I was terrified. The strip of land was so thin that you could see houses across it through the trees, so there was a modicum of safety, in that you were near civilisation. They were all pine trees, not that I knew how to recognise any other ones but I’d been living there all my life, yeah, I could make out one type of tree. The pine cones pretty much gave it away. They were tall and their branches were spaced out. Pine cones and pine needles made a thick layer on the ground. A row of lamp posts were at o
