Remain hiding

From Create Your Own Story

You do as you are told and stay concealed. The smell drifting in from outside is overpowering you, making you feel lightheaded. All of a sudden, there are footsteps metres away from the hut. Heavy footsteps, they sound distinctly different from the barefooted tread of village folk. You clutch the gun harder. Pressing your body to the floor you feel a shadow fill the doorway to the front of you. You stay frozen, only allowing tiny wisps of oxygen enter and exit your body. The prescene of two men all but fills the cramped interior of the thatched hut.