And then he comes. Like some nightmarish demon he stumbles out of the darkness and sways his head back and forth. He's looking for me. I watch from my position behind the tree as he stumbles around, disoriented and twitching from the meth he's been smoking. I watch as he breaches his rifle and thumbs another round into the chamber.
And then he comes. Like some nightmarish demon he stumbles out of the darkness and sways his head back and forth. He's looking for me. I watch from my...