Smalls twisted and turned. He couldn’t fall asleep and got up. He walked out of the clearing. 

He brought his spear he had made out of a sharp rock and long stick. 

The moon shone bright in the black sky covered in tiny twinkling stars. The forest was dark and shadows were everywhere. He heard an owl screech in the distance and immediately regretted leaving the clearing. He thought of Arther and his other siblings.

 Where are you? Are you even alive still? Smalls wanted to yell and to cry and to punch something. He started to walk back to the camp when he heard a twig snap. He turned. “Who’s there? No reply came and Smalls suspected that it was his imagination and was about to walk back to camp when he felt a presence behind him. He turned to see a familiar face with dark brown hair.

“Jo is that you,”he asked?! “The one and only. Jo held out his arms and they embraced each other. Smalls had thought his friend was dead.

“Are Cole and the others…He trailed off and didn’t continue.”There okay we found more people though they are far away.”I thought you were looking for food?”We were when we saw smoke far off we didn’t want to lose it so we didn’t head back to you. How's everyone else? “Its only me, Picket, Heather, Emma and Heyna and all the little kids left of what we know. My older siblings and cousins were caught.

Jo looked down at the ground. I am sorry. But anyway I have more news to tell. Bring me to the others!