I sat by the fire with the rouge group. The leader was called Shelly. She was an old woman around the age of fifty. She's been rogue all her life. She's so strong and independent it's inspiring. It's been hard to find food this time of year but the group and I have walked all over the rouge territory searching. We managed to find a deer.
There are about thirty people in the group, ten of which are helpless children. They got food first and no one knows but I decided to skip the meals. I've starved before and these people have been through so much and helped me so they deserve it. I sighed as I watched the flames dance.
I had never been a fan of fire. Give me a lake, rain and snow anyday. But I couldn't help but think of Caroline as I watched the fire. My eyes stung. I hated this feeling of sadness and loneliness. I felt weak. It's been happening a lot since I got my voice back. It's like my voice came with some very unwanted emotions.