Something had been here once. Hidden by growth and time alone. Now it was raided by a young man, who bounded down trails once worn by families before his own. Hollows stale and empty. Old grooves in the earth hidden beneath fall foliage.
He was uncertain how much further east he would trek. The west had been a convincing sight, despite how devoid it had been of life. Perhaps he wanted that too, though. Unburdened by pack structures or strangers who would want too much of him.
All of this weighed heavy in his mind, and he was not focused on his path as he crashed through the woods on a run.