Beth yawned, leaning against the tree. She was tired after all the work and that she had done. At least she had cleared a path till the tree and a few meters around it. She was already feeling hungry but didn't dare to go out to where civilization lurked again. At least inside this wall of weeds, she had her privacy, away from the prowling eyes.
She looked at the heavy sky that threatened to shower at any moment. It was only an hour past noon, and the wind was getting stronger with no trace of the sun anywhere. She wondered what rain would look like. She remembered Fifty-eight talking endlessly about it.