It was too dark in the woods to see much and eerily silent, there were no little animals scurrying around in the underbrush. Houdini figured they'd realized trouble was coming, or The Hunters had been picking off anything that moved. When they'd first started out, there had been several gunshots, but for the last half hour or so, nothing. Houdini didn't like the nothing or the near darkness; without the advanced eye sight of his traveling companions, Deacon and Shepard, he couldn't tell where he was going. The guard that they kidnapped had been more than willing to talk; he'd actually pissed himself before Houdini could so much as give him a few encouraging smacks. He was frustrated, starting to wonder if the kid had lied to them after all, when the sound of a shot shattered the silence. Immediately Houdini knew, just knew, that it had something to do with Susan. Without waiting to see if his friends followed, he took off towards the direction the sound had come from, or at least the direction he thought that it had come from.
