It had been hours since she left the camp: confused, happy, and a little scared. She didn't want to feel again, not like this. Her hand reached for her vest pocket, pulling out a crumpled piece of paper and twisted her radio dial to the frequency written on it, faded with time.
She stopped for a moment, and pressed the transmission button:
She let go of the button and placed it back into her pocket, taking out instead a flatcap she turns over in her hands and smiled softly before placing it on her head, changing her direction south.