Freehand 2

Normal people would have been horrified in this situation. A normal person would be petrified with fear. A normal person would use the flashlight that now dangled from your pack, frantically pointing it in the direction of anything that made a noise. But then again, you weren't exactly a normal person. In fact, you were hardly even a person. At least, that's how you felt anyways. The light from the full moon illuminates your surroundings. A flashlight would only serve to ruin this scene. You think t yourself. Always casting unnecessary shadows.  But the scene is already ruined. Somewhere there is a hunter. And you were his prey.  A noise like thunder roars in your ears, and you hit the ground.  No wounds. You're still fine. And that's when you feel it. A wet drizzle signaling the beginning of a downpour. That noise didn't just sound like thunder. It was thunder, but something was off. Why were there no clouds?