~ Noah - Open ~
Noah sat at the end of his hut looking out at the gloomy camp. It was a cold day. Clouds in the sky, wind, all of it. He ate a bit of stale bread. He hadn't gone out to get new food in a while so he had to make every meal count, even if it was stale. Noah rested his elbows on his knees as he sat on the ground. It wasn't the most comfortable thing in the world, but hey, at least it was dry.