My gun is still pointed at him while I walk away from him. I don't have a clear visual to my target.
Oh god, I really hope that he does not belong to the stubborn ones. Because they are so hard to handle, and he must not be plotting some evil plan, because if he does I will be sure to put a hole in his head.
I hit something behind me, and it is something cold and hard. I can't help it but to look behind me.
Oh for great fortune is by me...
It's a tent.
He is too neevous and he keeps looking at me and if I don't hide behind something. I take a peek quickly.
I can't trust him.
Well, I shouldn't trust him, because a prey takes all the opportunity they see, to run away for their life.
There is one inside, resting.
I went inside and like a ghost from a japanese movie, I crawled towar
