As Don studied the red dot pulsing closer on his watch's mini-radar map, it drew nearer with every passing second.
He decided to take cover in a nearby bush. The wet foliage rustled under his weight, leaves heavy with rainwater slapping against his camo as he lowered himself into the dense thicket.
Mud squelched beneath his boots, and the constant downpour drummed on the broad leaves overhead, creating a chaotic collective of noises that masked most sounds.
He waited patiently, breath steady. Soon, he didn't even need the watch. He tapped it off, relying instead on his heightened senses.
Footsteps approached—light, incredibly hard to discern amid the rain hammering down and the wind howling between the towering trees.
Branches creaked and swayed, sending cascades of water splashing to the forest floor.
Yet Don's superhuman hearing filtered through the noise. The steps grew closer, quick but cautious.
