Mundo de ficçãoIniciar sessãoOLIVIA’S P.O.V
I wasn’t sure exactly how long I’d been traveling for but I knew that it was a few days. I was cold, hungry and LOST. I regretted leaving Stermyer but I don’t know my way back either. I didn’t know how much longer I could go without eating. I felt myself become weaker by the minute. Looking from a distance, all I could see was trees and land but no place that I could go to for shelter or for help. I really didn’t want to





