The restless Abigail leapt out of bed. There was no point wasting an opportunity like this: both her parents were fast asleep and her father had recently come home with a huge supply of food so she'd have plenty for the journey. It was almost too good to be true. She quickly pulled on her leather boots, picked up some supplies and ventured out into the mist.
Abigail headed east, her fiery hair flailing in the angry autumn wind, and the persistent darkness continuing to loom over her, but this would not deter her. Nothing would. Except...where was she going? Would she even make it to Salem? She had expected to just know the way though it had been a year since she had last set foot in the place. Despite this, she was not about to head back; she didn't want to live like a hermit even if her parents did. It was this thought that kept her marching on through the choking fog.
After a few hours the sun began to rise up over the misty mountains on the horizon, expelling the darkness, and the eerie gloom that lingered with it, from the clearing that lay before her. In daylight it was a completely different place, but was it safer? Not necessarily. Through the forest, Abigail could just make out fine clouds of smoke, winding through the tree-tops. A trill of high pitched yells shook the land. What was this? Who could be doing this? Then it struck her: "Indians!" She gasped, and turned to find herself face to face with one of them.
His dark face was lined and crinkled with intense disapproval and his narrow, ebony eyes stung her with their sharp glare. She was doomed and she knew it. She had heard about the Indians; their brutal and savage ways tormented her mind whenever she had allowed her eyes to shut, and now she found herself having to face a whole tribe of them- alone.
Her frantic little heart pounded violently as if it were in some futile attempt to release itself from her doomed body. The shock overwhelmed her system. Never before had she been so paralysed in the face of peril: her rigid muscles refused to budge. Already weak from hunger and now strained from shock, the frail Abigail collapsed in a heap on the ground.
