He jumped as the twig snapped. Turning quickly he peered
across the campfire into the darkness. Realizing his mistake, he swore softly and
turned from the fire but it was too late.
He looked out beyond his small camp; all he could see was
darkness. His night vision had been spoiled by looking at the light.
He tried to use his ears to hear the movement of whatever
had broken the twig, but all he could hear was his own heartbeat.
He thought he heard the crackling of dry leaves and
turned, hoping to locate the source of the noise.
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