DAZED AND CONFUSED

He halts, calm footsteps fills his ears. The sound of rain suddenly vanishes.
A small incoherent conversation follows soon after and he quickly understands he needs to hide. His once struggling heart now jumping back to life in an attempt to make him rush to the safety of the forest that surrounds him. Cold leaves supporting freezing water soon met his skin, briers tugging at his flesh and clothing. Their slightly muffled conversation growing closer and coherent. He quickly knelt behind an old oak that towers over his starved form. The barrel of his pistol hovering only inches under the stubble on his chin.