A twig snapped within the woods adjacent to where they stood.
Both of them fell silent, freezing on the spot.
What was that?
More twigs snapped, each one louder and closer than the last.
He couldn't back away even if he wanted to. His feet just wouldn't move.
Sarah buried her face in his chest. He was sure she could hear his hammering heart.
His hands felt numb beneath her weight, his skin dead pale.
Closer… and closer, and closer.
Sarah gripped the fabric of his sweater, twisting and tugging it so hard he thought it would tear.
A shadow emerged.
The shadow of a man?
Ray waited for the sound of a cocking gun or the glint of a blade. He hoped Kirby was alright.
"Boo!" The person yelled.
Ray jerked.
Then the person burst into raucous laughter.
Kirby? The voice was terribly familiar.
"You should have seen your faces." He folded over in laughter.
The light caught on his light brown hair, confirming his identity."
Sarah slowly looked up.
