The atmosphere in the park seemed to shift, growing tense and heavy, as though the air itself was laden with anticipation. Paul trekked deeper into the savannah, his camera primed for whatever might come.
With intense focus, he lay there, observing the group of zebras grazing in the distance. But then, something changed abruptly. The zebras scattered, fleeing the scene. Where did they go? What had happened? Was there an unseen danger lurking among the brush that he hadn’t noticed?