55.4 ° F, 13 ° C
Finally. The storm clouds in the distance no longer promised relief, but gave it. Their color may be foreboding, but at last they blocked out light of the sun. Dropping the temperature to something far more tolerable. It spun her mood in a better direction. She could cover more ground this way. At least that's what she told herself even if she was rather indecisive as to where.
Who was she kidding? It would probably start pouring freezing rain, and then she'd really be sick. She was already nursing a leaking nose, and without a doubt it would not take much to worsen. Everything sure as hell had to get worse before it got better. She wiped her nose on the inside of her limb for the hundredth time. Then drew a deep breath through her temporarily clear airways. Now did she dare keep going?
Hesitation wasn't exactly a grand part of the survival mechanism. That's usual how a deer or squirrel ended up dead. So it was with a shrug of her shoulders she pushed herself further north. She really wasn't sure if she'd be welcome back in these parts. It hadn't been her intention to leave, but between the season and psycho she had only extended the distance. Then again, it wasn't like she'd really knew anybody. Especially her old leaders. Would she have been missed? An impatient sigh, she kept an eye on the horizon. She had to start somewhere, and if she was going to stick around in the general area, she didn't want to appear like a total, worthless deserter.