I looked up, not daring to stand up. I was looking for the person who shot the gun. They didn’t hit me, thankfully, but I had no idea if it was because they missed or it was a warning shot. I didn’t see anyone, and the area around the cabin was serene. There was a small brook running next to the house, and the babbling was soothing. Flowers grew in a garden in front of the house, and there was a rocking chair swaying in the slight breeze on the porch. It reminded me of a grandparents' house, a place where someone would retire.
It looked like I was by myself, but I felt a presence nearby. I couldn’t see them, but I could feel them. I didn’t dare move from my position, terrified they would see me as a threat and actually shoot me.
Another gunshot echoed in my ears, and I put my arms over m
