It was...hollow.

Cold. Windy. Dark. Full of blackness, cloaking Amber.

She had to get out of here.

Shouldering her board, Amber headed towards the forest.

It was dark. And deadly. More so at this time of night.

More so alone.

Amber didn't even try to sleep.

Drying her eyes on her sleeve, she started to climb the tallest tree. Gripping with her nails and knees, she hauled herself onto the lowest branch, and reached further.

She stopped when she was high enough to make a fall mildly dangerous - enough to break a limb.

After balancing her board on the lower branches, Amber unwrapped the blanket which had been tied around the board. Tying it with a complicated knot, she secured both ends, making a kind of hammock.

Wrapped in coats but shivering, Amber sat on the hammock and gazed at the blackness.

Her eyes were glassy, broken.