Haunted Wood well it’s a mad world, it made me crazy

suddenly, famine wasn't in charge anymore. he had someone staring down at him and saying mean things that he couldn't quite understand. equally frustrated and afraid, the child looked upward at santiago, his menacing frown waning. 

but he was head-strong, and it would take more than intimidation to change his mind. famine drew in a deep breath and stuck out his tongue, blowing a raspberry in the mean man's direction.

only two months old, famine was heavy enough to actually stomp. he continued walking with heavy steps, now all the more determined to find his conquest.