CHAPTER 1
It's said that starting a story in the morning is cliché. There's nothing exciting about brushing your teeth or eating breakfast. But I'll tell you a little secret, sometimes the morning is the most magical, most perfect time of day. For some, however, it's the most tragic.
Annie's eyes opened to the morning sun beaming through the trees. She closed them hoping to fall back asleep, but the cramps of hunger in her stomach was hard to ignore. Annie's body ached, and her head hurt from the top of her neck right through to her forehead. With great effort, she climbed out of her sleeping bag, initially unsteady, black spots in her vision, she leant onto a trunk of a tree until she found her balance. With her sullen eyes adjusting to sun, she moved her head slowly around, trying to find some familiarity with where she was. The trees behind her seemed to go back for miles, but in front of her was open fields. Annie looked for signs of houses, farm animals, anything to help her understand where she was. In the distance, she saw a building, it looked like an air hanger. She squinted her eyes, looking to see if there were any vehicles parked there, or any sign of it being in use. Annie heart began to beat in her chest, her hands were getting clammy, her eyes darted back to the forest, then back to the building. There didnt seem to be any sign of cars or people in the building, Annie knew she had to be careful about being spotted but she also knew it was her best chance of finding cover. She decided to take a chance on the building being deserted, packed her sleeping bag into her backpack and with her body still aching, and her stomach rumbling for food, she headed off.