I hear a noise.
My body tightens.
A rustling.
My eyes spring open. Pulse racing, I examine the area. There’s no one there.
The scent of blood wafts under my nose.
Someone’s out here.
My eyes feel like my old ones. Whatever abilities I had are gone. The moonlight is seeping through some of the gaps in the overhanging trees, so I can just about make out a few bushes and grass banks scattered around me.
I wince as my stomach grumbles painfully.
There’s that noise again. Coming from the bush in front of me.
I slowly get back onto my feet, fists clenched, ready to bolt again. But my legs feel like steel; don’t think I’ll get very far.
“Hello?” I croakily whisper, eyes wide with dread. “Who’s there?”
The bush starts to move.
Shit! What the hell is that?
It rustles again.
Tiptoeing
