I crouched down in the bushes, trying to breathe as shallowly as possible, trying to stay so still that they wouldn't see me. The hikers coming up to my location.
I couldn't be sure that they'd seen me.
I hoped they hadn't.
I didn't want to be seen.
But why else would they be up this way? Why now of all times would they choose to come to this abandoned ruin?
I hold my breath, silently staring down the intruders to my sanctuary. Willing them to go away.
They don't.
Not immediately.
And for what feels like hours I crouch, tense, wondering if they'll find me.
If they'll find my spot.
If they'll try to take me away from here.
I gritted my teeth at the thought.
I couldn't leave.
Not yet.
Not. Yet.
-Inspiration from hiking up to an old abandoned Lime Kiln
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