It was roughly six in the morning. The first signs of the sun were peeping through the hills, outlining the curvy, green terrain in a golden hue which surprisingly looked refreshing at this time of day. Brie stood near the large rectangular strawberry field, drinking water from an old water jug which she'd been using for several years now. The brand of the container- which she completely forgot through time- had faded entirely, leaving small traces of black paint where it flashed assuredly before. Brie let out a contented sigh after imbibing down the last trickles of water. She then proceeded to rotating her right ankle clockwise.
You might be wondering why someone would be up so early in a place like this. Everything was still quiet and peaceful at six, giving the feeling of relaxation and solidarity amidst the madness that would progress during the latter hours of the day. Well, Brie was always up this early. She usually jogged for an hour or two around the strawberry field before heading to the Mess Hall for breakfast. It had developed to become her morning ritual.
After one last stretch, Brie tied her hair up in a high ponytail which tickled the back of her neck and clipped her bangs away from her face. They were a nuisance while running. She took a few strides before running around the whole perimeter, hair whipping about behind her and eyes ever alert. 'Twas a morning like all mornings.
"Would it kill to get a treadmill?" Brie exclaimed between huffs as her foot sunk into the slightly wet soil.
