Simon let out a small sigh as he walked down the dirt path that lead through the woods, his eyes darting around the dark surroundings. He counted his paces, before coming to a stop at a small, yet noticeable opening on the trail. It was quiet, and the breeze was just right.

“I found it.” He grumbled into the radio, and crouched down near the bushes on his left. He felt the ground, but before he could set up or really think, he heard footsteps. Simon stopped in his tracks, staring into the darkness. Waiting.