Pippy

Pippy had been dreaming peacefully, next to an apple that she had stolen away from one of the sacks in the farmers wagon she was stowed away on. She leaned up against the half eaten apple relaxing to the soft rocking motion everytime the carriage hit a bump in the road. But suddenly everything stopped abruptly, and the apple toppled over onto Pippy for a brief moment, startling her awake. She fluttered out of the cart her eyes widened in a panic. The human farmer and his wife she had fallen asleep to listening to were gone from the wagons driver seat. "Wha- where?.." she spoke worriedly. The wagon itself was dilapidated and one wheel broken off, as if it had been rapidly aged, the horses were merely skeletal remains still tied to the reigns. "O-oh gods.." A cool chill ran up Pippy's back as she looked around and realized where she was. The dead trees, the eery low hanging fog, the fact that it seemed to be perpetual night, even though her circadian rhythm was telling her it was the middle of the day. Or was it? It was hard to tell in the darkness. She looked around and the cart seemed to have broken down in the middle of a 4 way fork in the road, leaving her disoriented where to go. Then she heard it. The sounds of something or someone approaching. She ducked into the carriage and nervously peeked over the edge of the wood to see what it could be and possibly take cover.