Chapter 1
He was running through the woods, a pack on his back and a knife on his hip, which was almost too big for his hands. It used to be his uncle's knife, a birthday present for his tenth. The backpack was full of food and another pair of underwear and socks, but nothing else. Those things were the only things he had time to grab before he sprinted out the door before his dad had time to wake up from his hangover.
He was only 13, and he was running away from home. His brother was in juvy, and his dad was usually drunk. He told himself that it wouldn't be like the last time he ran away, when he got lost and came back after a few days-not that his dad cared whatsoever-but this time he would stay gone. He would try to find someone that would take him in, or try to find some place to live. He was a good hunter, and everything he knew, he learned from his brother. "I can take care uh' myself...yeah." he thought. His older brother was in juvenile detention for assault after some guy at a bar in town tried to talk to him-which was unusual.
He was walking through the Georgia woods, but that was usual for him, he tried to get out of the house anytime he could. That gave him a dark tan, which went along with his dark brown hair which curled over his head in waves.
He kept walking north, into the rolling mountains of Georgia.