Out Of The Frying Pan... Part 3
#3 of Out Of the Frying Pan...
Salut! It be me, Esme, again! I know that this is short, but it is essential. So enjoy!!
I hastily snatch the sniper rifle, but as I bring it around, it slips out of my hands. The rifle falls and the trigger snags a branch, BOOM! The rifle goes off and crashes onto the leaf-covered ground below. "FUCK!!!" I scream in anger. To my horror I hear shouts coming from the direction of the camp. Oh great, now I am screwed if I don't hurry. I quickly jump from tree to tree in a mad dash to get away. When I can no longer continue, I jump out of a tall maple into a crouch. I speedily stand up and scan my surrondings. "nothing, that's good," I say with a sigh. I sit with my back against the maple. I am mentally, and physically, exhausted. I know it is dangerous, but I fall into the dark abyss of sleep and allow it to take me.
My eyes slowly open, I automatically raise my hand to block the bright, assaulting sunlight. It appears to be midmorning, Great, I slept about twelve hours. I stand up while yawning and scent the air, Nothing, that's a good thing. _I, by habit, start doing stretches. _You know what would be good right now? I ask, mentally berating myself, A communicator. You know, to TALK to people with. That way you aren't ALONE. I start to reach for a spot on my head that has started to itch when I feel the cold, hard metal of a gun barrel poke into the back of my head. "I wouldn't move if I were you."