[4/4]

Your heart pumps hard, gene-amped adrenaline flooding to your muscles while your yellow eyes flick from left to right as you come to an abrupt stop in the middle of a clearing. Stupid, stupid, stupid. You were dumb to keep coming out here, a few hours walk from the main base. Alone. You haven’t moved a muscle, tracking a bird-like cry from behind you. You recognise it, one of the native species. Nothing out of place, except you’d use something like that yourself to signal to a fellow hunter. Why did you come out here alone? Because you wanted something special for your pot dinner? Fucking idiot. Nothing is out of place, nothing is out of the ordinary, it’s just another successful hunt at the end of a sweltering hot day. Except you’ve got that feeling.

You…

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>Breathe in deep and calm the fuck down. There’s nothing there. You trust your instincts, to a point, but if you jump at every imagined shadow you’re going to be a useless nervous wreck before long. [Daredevil]

>RUN. Dropping the satchel you dive across the end of the clearing, drawing your magpistol and pointing it in the direction where you can sense danger. [Firebrand]

>Crouch down, very slowly. Hugging the jungle floor, you place your hand on your magpistol and you wait. And wait. And wait. [Xenophobe]