"Suit yourself," I murmur, and take a bite into the deer. At night I stay alert, the leaves rustle against the ground, sounding as if its a person dragging their feet against the ground. I get up, alarmed, and search the surroundings, my eyes darting between bushes and trees. As soon as I see it's safe I lay against the lush grass and stare at the moon and stars, thinking of the past.