KRIS
Humming.
I was sprinting through tall brush, protecting my eyes from their branches snapping back into my face when I heard feedback. I didn’t know how far through the woods beyond his house the PA system extended. My eardrums were vibrating. Contrary to logic and against instinct I ran toward the sound of the shots. A humming from the speakers throughout the forest, threaded with a high-pitched whistling. I could have looked for a thatch to crouch behind, but something about playing hide-and-seek wasn’t going to happen for me if I didn’t have a weapon to defend myself with. Needed to keep running, thankful I was in decent shape. How many others tried to run away in the other direction – for the rail tracks? Away. If I could move toward danger while avoiding detection, counterintuit
