11-18-2014, 06:00 AM
Ash was almost on the verge of dozing off. In a few minutes, he flicked the lamp off and zipped the sleeping bag up, heading into sleep. He felt wide awake however, yet his senses felt dull, almost lifeless. There was someone calling out to him and for the life of it could not place it on the voice. Either way, he was getting out of his small form for comfort and out into the cold, half way dressed at that. His body shivered as his feet hit the snow, walking into the forest, his brown eyes seeing a figure in the shadows, but for some strange reason, he was smiling partially.