We could barely ahead by about ten-twelve steps when a rustling sound strikes again and again. This time too clear for anyone to hear. It could be the rustling of wind or maybe some animal going for its evening run. I can’t tell, but it surely alerted us both.
“didn’t you hear that?” he looked at me again.
“I did,” I answered.
“something is coming behind us. We must hide.” He warned.
“But where?”
“can you climb up on the tree?”
“I'm just familiar to climb my treehouse that too when I was a boy.”
“Okay, come, I'll help you. Help my climb up first.” I help him by giving a heads-up to jump on the branch of that thick-trunked evergreen tree. I just wished that brach was sturdy enough to carry the weight of two grown men, one of whom was a buffed-up protein drinking gym freak and another
