“You’re better off givin’ up now. Nobody hides from me. Just come on out and things will be an awful lot easier. Damn pest…” Johnny called out from the garden. He was hot on your trail, following your messily spread footprints.

You had nothing to fight back with, just your mind and your bare hands. But your bare hands were not going to do any damage against the most muscular member of this cannibal family, so you needed to rely on your mind.

Or maybe a weapon, if you could find one…