Evelyn's heart pounded in her chest as she carefully set up snares and camouflaged herself in the surrounding foliage. She knew that the Hunters were close, their footsteps echoing through the dense forest. She had to stay one step ahead of them, using every skill she had learned over the years to evade capture. Nate watched her intently, his piercing blue eyes scanning the area for any sign of danger. He was impressed by her skill and bravery, feeling a growing sense of admiration for her. He had been drafted into this hunt against his will, but he couldn't help but feel a sense of awe for Evelyn's ability to survive in such a hostile environment. The Hunters moved through the forest with military precision, every step taken with deadly purpose. They were determined to capture Evelyn at all costs, their eyes locked on their target, ready to strike at any moment. Evelyn's petite frame moved quickly and confidently as she set up traps, her piercing green eyes scanning the area for any sign of danger. She knew that one false move could mean the end of her life, but she refused to give in. She was a survivor, and nothing would stop her from making it out of this forest alive. As the sun began to set, Evelyn heard a twig snap behind her. She whirled around, her hand automatically reaching for her hunting knife. It was one of the Hunters, his expression cold and calculating as he raised his weapon. But Evelyn was faster. She lunged forward, her knife flashing in the dying light.