Hey Survival Simon, what's up?
Simon jolted from his place on the floor. Crouched over, he poked through some leaves, searching for insects. He had thought he was alone. Barely anybody paid mind to the young boy anymore, either discomforted by what they had done, or discomforted by his notions. In some ways, Simon preferred it that way.
At least he was free from the war cries and the yelling. Although he longed to protect the littluns. Roger could be so cruel. What was worse was that Jack let him.
No, best on the outside.
Oh–
He had company.
“Ah- Well. Right now I’m looking to see what kind of insects I can find, and if I recognise any of them. Maybe when we get home, I can write about them.”
















