"Where are they?" I asked as I tried to pinpoint where the shots were coming from. I didn't know how many shooters there were, or where they were even positioned. "Why are they shooting at me?" I asked myself, the anger in my voice roaring to life and echoing through the foothills.
"What the!?" I heard someone shout from my left. They were off in the distance, in the direction I had been traveling.
"What?" Someone growled back at him. "He's going to get away."
"Shut up!" The first man snarled back. "I think I heard someone out there."
"No one is out there. What are you smoking?" The other laughed.
"Shush!"
"Hey!" I called out the same time the other man did. "Please don't shoot me." I yelled at them. They didn't sound like they were shooting at me. It's more like they w
