The light in the sky began to run low. Arlo knew he only had so much time before he could no longer see anything do to the darkness setting in. He started searching the surrounding area for a safe place to hide for the night. Limited by the denseness of the uncut and untouched underbrush. Briars and vines entangled in one another and through bushes. Even wrapping around and running up, what seemed to be almost every single tree trunk. Like they were trying to keep the trees from escaping by holding them in their place. The leaves and things that were on the ground, looked as if none of it had ever been touched or disturbed. There was no vague pathway or trail to follow. Which instilled a small sense of hopelessness in him, briefly understanding why so many individuals went back. As it got darker, the sounds of the forest were quickly becoming louder and louder. Grunts, groans and snorts of all sorts were heard. Arlo couldn’t tell if they were getting closer, or if it was just the echo tricking him. Regardless, he started to get more and more panicked the longer he went without finding a suitable spot. Nothing seemed to fit, it was either to small, to big or to open. Or somewhere that he thought something might already be. When suddenly, he stopped in his tracks. Remembering his time before arriving at the community and before meeting Gideon. Back when he was alone, or at least thought so. He would hardly ever remain on the forest floor after he had put his fire out or it simply burned down. He would climb high into a tree, one with good sturdy branches. Because even then, there were sounds that were heard that couldn’t be explained. Arlo was tripping with almost every step that he took. Walking hurriedly with his head all the way back, trying to find a suitable tree to climb. The light was all but gone. The silhouettes of the branches and the sky quickly blending in with each other. Then, Arlo heard a very loud crack or snap. He stopped where has, briefly looking down to see if he had stepped on something, as his attention was elsewhere. He saw nothing beneath his cut and dirty feet, it hadn’t been caused by him. He slowed his breathing in attempt to be a bit more quiet, but was unable to do the same for his heart rate. Feeling like it was going to come through his rib cage. Arlo was out of time. For deep down inside, he knew that this was no normal woodland creature simply out walking around. He slowly turned, scanning his surroundings, even though there was almost zero visibility. There was nothing, and if there was, it concealed itself perfectly with zero movement. Arlo didn’t know what to do. Thinking if he should run, fight, climb or try to hide. Hoping that he even had the time to try and decide. By now, he was soaked in his own nervous sweat. He turned and began moving in the opposite direction that the sound had come from. Every few steps, periodically pausing to listen to see if he heard anything moving, and each time, he heard nothing.