Nina
Jessica, Lori and I had begun setting up camp not far from where the businessman had been murdered when I heard twigs and leaves crunching in the forest.
Someone was coming.
“Oh my god,” Jessica complained as she fiddled with her tent poles, “this is impossible! Lori, I need help!”
“Guys,” I said, but they didn’t hear me.
“I just helped you two minutes ago,” Lori said, standing and walking over to Jessica with her hands on her hips while Jessica whined.
“Shh!” I said, which made them finally go quiet. “Do you hear that?”
My heart raced as I listened to the footsteps. They were getting louder, and definitely headed directly for our camp. I glanced over at my tent, which had the shotgun inside -- if I could just get over there before anything bad happened.
“Hello?” a male voice
