He was walking through the forest, looking for someone, when he heard branches and leaves crunching under his shoes. He took The gun off his back and aimed as the sounds of running and footsteps approached.

Just like you stumble over the root of a tree, you assume that your life is over until you hear a light whistle and the walker drops dead next to you. The sound of heavy boots on fragile leaves gets closer until the person who is saving you speaks up.

“Are you all right there?”