He wasn’t sure where he was at first, but the tick-tick sound of the drip hitting the stone beneath it was something different. Then he remembered that he’d come here to hide. Sitting up slowly, he let his body become accustomed to the night, and then his hunger hit him. Christ, he was starving. Looking at his phone, he realized it had been three days since he’d come here, and his body was weak with the need to feed. Standing up, he moved to the door and stopped when his leg came in contact with a wire. It was tripped before he could think to back off. Someone had been in his lair. Moving back into the shadows, Kent stood still, waiting for someone or something to come for him. After long minutes, he moved toward the door again, this time careful where he stepped. Before he could take more than a dozen steps, he found another wire, and this one was set with some kind of explosives. It took him nearly two hours to get out of his cave.
