Adora grabbed a lighter from the side of their makeshift bed and lit it.
"Is it an animal?" she asked in a half-whisper.
"If it's an animal, it doesn't walk that slowly. It's like... a person," Eric muttered. He began to reach for a piece of wood he had stashed in the corner of the hut, a kind of long stick with a sharp point at the end-their improvised defense.
The sound of a twig snapping again. Louder this time.
Eric and Adora looked at each other. No words were needed. They knew: something, or someone, was lurking.
The steps sounded closer.
Crak.
Crak.
Adora leaned against the wall of the hut, holding her breath.
Eric gripped the wooden stick tighter.
Suddenly, something touched the wall of their hut from outside.
Tap.
Once.
Tap. Tap.
Twice.
Adora's heart nearly leapt in
