Few months later

The morning was warm and windy. In the sky not a single cloud could be seen and the weather promised to be good for rest of the day. It looked like nature woke up from sleep and was getting ready for the new day.

A lone doe was drinking from a stream full of fresh and crystal-clear water, like it could only be found in the wild mountains in places where no human lived. The place where civilization and the future had not come yet, and where animals had lived for thousands of years before.

The doe lifted up its head and looked around the area. It seemed like something had distracted it. The animal strained its ears to hear any unusual sounds, but heard nothing but silence. After not hearing any danger nearby the doe returned to drinking. That was the last mistake in its life.

Suddenly the nearby bush moved and before the doe could react something hit it hard in the chest. The doe tried to run, to escape from the predator, to save itself, but the attack was precise, and after a few steps it fell down, bleeding from the wound. Before it closed its eyes it noticed the hunter - a young, wild-looking human girl with two spears. Then the doe died from her knife...

Lucy ran to her prize and wanted to jump from joy. For two weeks she could not hunt anything except for lizards and mice. Someone who knew her before she came to the forest probably would not recognise her, now that she had cut her hair to be short like a soldier and was wearing skins of hunted animals. On her head she had an wolf skull, like a Celtic or Roman warrior. This trophy was her pride and joy, and Lucy regretted that she couldn't show it to anyone. The fight with that predator had left her with scars on her left arm and missing a piece of her right ear, but she had won. She had lost weight and had gotten more athletic compared to before. From the books she had learned how to find food, tend to her wounds, and make weapons. The rest she had learned by a series of trials and error, and not giving up. She was hungry like an wolf, and at that thought she smiled to herself. Yes, she started feeling like an wolf, tracking and catching prey to feed herself. To survive.

She took the kitchen knife that she had stolen two months ago and started to skin the doe. It looked like Lucy had killed a young animal, maybe not a baby but not an adult either. The smell of blood and **** had stopped bothering her long ago and now she only saw the profits.

After one hour the prey was ready to transport to her camp, to her home. She made a sledge from branches and intestines. If she was careful and didn't make any mistakes preparing the meat she would have enough food for the next two weeks. She needed to hurry.

After two hours of careful walking she returned to her camp. She had been here for one week and soon she would have to change places again, before somebody found her home. Her home. The tent with skins, the pot and few books. Her things, her possessions.

She sighed with regret.

"Lucy, Lucy, Lucy... How did this happen to you?" she asked herself as she was preparing dinner. Lucy made a small fireplace and started to cook one of the doe's leg. She used some salt, her only spice. She talked a lot to herself, to not forget how to speak and hear the sound of a human voice. A little crazy, perhaps, but all the shit where she was now was crazy. She felt like Robinson Crusoe, on an uninhabited island, but he could live with the hope to some day meet other humans and get rescued. For Lucy meeting other humans would mean the end of her freedom and personality.

"It is impossible for everyone to be doing this, even people I have known my whole life. No, something must have happened that night, a few months ago. But what?" she kept asking herself over and over, trying to find an answer. To find a way out of this shitty situation.