She creeps stealthily through the vast undergrowth. It has now been several hours, and it is getting dark. Her sixth sense tells her that someone is still hot on her trail. She considers the ramifications of being caught. It isn’t an option.
She thinks she knows who it is. Why? She can come up with a good reason.
Mentally and physically exhausted, all that matters now is that she gets out of this alive. She suddenly detects movement in her periphery. The hair stands up on the back of her neck. She lifts her pistol just in time.
She thinks she knows who it is. Why? She can come up with a good reason.
Mentally and physically exhausted, all that matters now is that she gets out of this alive. She suddenly detects movement in her periphery. The hair stands up on the back of her neck. She lifts her pistol just in time.
