Running off, you work the edge of the woods, stopping every few metres. The trees are thinning and the sound of the red team becomes louder. The cover is thin and becoming sporadic. You need to cross maybe 100 metres to get to some thicker cover, some low dense bushes, but the girls are calling.
They have fanned out, it is the blue team to your right, the reds to your left. The blues walk quietly, a line of the four girls. Two are crossing over each other's path, working the space like a good bird dog. You need to try and get to that cover.
Inching out, in a crawl you look left then right. They seem to be keeping the same distance, so you start moving. Every inch of your body feels the air and earth. The girls' calls thunder in your ears, along with your heartbeat. You stop to listen, but they are watching. One of the blue team is drifting closer... |