I was shaking slightly as I walked back to the camp, my adrenaline flowing even though I didn't do much. I was excited for shooting the deer, killing it, all by myself; but then...I was so stupid. Why hadn’t I heard the man following us? Why hadn’t I noticed? Was I still so poorly trained? I was so wrapped up thinking about Jem, about the feel of his hand in mine, I couldn’t help but wonder if the man was following us for so long just to laugh at us. I needed to be more careful. Just because I have feelings for Jem and I want to spend time with him, touch him, doesn't mean I have to forget about what was around me. We could have died, at least one of us, and if Jem died, I don’t know what I’d do.
I could feel his presence behind me, following me. Even now, after everything, all I can thi
