"Fresh tracks," I heard them say to one another. They were talking with low voices to not reveal themselves but my improved hearing could hear everything, every little word whispered in the night. With my night vision I could follow their every movement. There were several of them. Not only one or two, but many. I stared at Aiyana. I saw fear in her yellow eyes. She knew what I knew. I had seen her. I had seen her die in a premonition many years ago. I knew she would die in these swamps, shot to death by Jim my old friend whose leg she had taken in self-defense ten years ago. I recognized his voice among them. He was there, walking through the high grass with prosthetic leg and his cane. I breathed heavily while desperately trying to find a way out. It couldn't be her time already. I wasn't ready to lose her yet. Not now when we had just found each other again. I probably never would be but I wasn't going to let her die without even having fought for her. We both knew we would have to run, but that would also reveal our whereabouts.
