The eerie silence was cut by the sharp snap! of a trap, followed by the shrill cry of the unfortunate victim.

Not that Evan cared about their pain. That just made his job easier. One less problem running about.

He turned and stalked to the sound, expertly stepping through the brush to avoid his other traps he had set out. His breathing was heavy, but not from exertion. From the adrenaline.

His hulking frame rounded the corner of the dilapidated store house, spotting his quarry. But he paused, a flicker of surprise flashing over his features.

"You're new." He rumbled flatly, his voice dry and low.