Who: Anya and OTA Where: The Woods What: Keeping warm in the woods. When: Now. Rating: Low Open: Yep.
She was unsure why she was even here, her fight should have been over. Inches from the bullet piercing into her, a purple mist came a pulled her from that life. She was put in a room, which she instantly left, not bothering to pick up a packet. There was a town, she seen it through the branches of the trees, but Anya didn't do towns, so she made a place in the woods.
With the chill in the air, not to mention the snow on the ground, she spent most of the day making a shelter and gathered some wood to dry out so she could make a fire. Now she sat on a log, her hand moved over the fire to warm up. Anya needed to come up with a plan, she was just unsure what to do for the moment.