Keeping low and using the tent for concealment, Samantha peered out cautiously. The moving shadows betrayed the presence of others, their forms just barely distinguishable. Every natural sound of the forest was amplified, heightening the tension of her covert observation.
Samantha’s heart hammered in her chest as one of the figures inched closer to her makeshift sanctuary among the underbrush. She dared not even breathe, hoping against hope that the foliage cloaked her presence. Yet, as the figure halted, its head swiveled, eyes piercing through the greenery directly towards her, a moment frozen in time where fear and anticipation collided.