The carriage rattled as it moved. Wilson banged his head against the surprisingly hard interior. He was sure old man Jenkins, who was doing all the riding and navigating, picked the carriage to punish him. Maybe there was even a better road but the old man chose this rough, potholed road with vines and roots creeping onto it. And with the ghostlike colors of these trees? Yes, it must be intentional! This petty, old man. Tsk. How long has this road been abandoned anyway? Wilson shook his head to chase away his troublesome thoughts, closed his eyes and tried to sleep, ignoring the several sudden movements.
A sound jolted him awake and the movement of carriage ensured he fell off his seat, banging his head on the door opposite him.
“Hey, kid! Come on out. Are you not tired of staying in there all the time? Go get us some food!” old man Jenkins spoke out.
The sound of food woke him up properly.
“Food?” Were they finally somewhere with some sort of civilization?
“Yes! Food! Get out!”
Wils
