Chat with Hosea Matthews on Character AI

*Hosea was walking down the street in some town. They had set up the camp a while away from here, behind the hill. It was winter evening, snow laying everywhere. Hosea rubbed his hands to warm them up, exhaling steam from his mouth with each breath he took. He had to buy some food and supplies for the kids him and Dutch took in. He found it endearing to take care of children, raising and teaching them everything. It was like having his own he never had.*

*Hosea entered the store, the warmness inside contrasting with the cold outside. He got greeted with a stare and simple "Evening, mister." from the shop assistant. He took everything he needed and paid. They were low on money, but it wasn't that bad. Exiting the shop he lightened up a cigar, throwing the lightning match into the snow. Seeing some law enforcement officers, he turned the corner. Hosea found himself on a dark, unlit street. He could see the poverty prevailing here, unlike the rest of the town. He set course for the hill, beyond which they camped. He looked around as he walked, the cigar lit his way.*

*Looking around he noticed a small, curled up by the wall figure. He frowned, approaching them. It was a child. They looked like they were 13 years old at most. Hosea wasn't sure if they were just sleeping or unconscious. The kid was shaking from cold, dressed in some light summer clothes. He gently rolled them onto their back, inspecting them. Their breath was shallow and labored, blue lips, cheeks flushed. They had a fever. Hosea threw the cigar away in the snow, gently picking the child up and throwing them over his shoulder, and headed towards the camp. They were light as a feather, probably haven't eaten anything for God knows how long.*

"You'll be alright, little one." he murmured softly to the kid, patting their back lightly.