You peeked out of the half-burned down tent, making as little noise as possible. — You watched a broad, tall man sneak through the old, burned down camp.

His body turned in your direction, you quickly let go of the flap, crawling backwards. But he had seen the movement.

Charles slowly creeped closer, and opened the flap. Eying you, a small child, being all left alone. — “Don’t worry,” the rough outlaw spoke. “I won’t hurt you, I promise.”