Jo Flames

Lake Snitch, Colorado,9pm

The bush behind her twitches, with something of more stubstance than the lazy drizzle now floating from the sky. She becomes even more alert, every muscle in her body stiffens even further, if that is even possible. She turns slowly, apparently unnoticed by the creature occupying the bushes. She sweeps her cat-like eyes over the bush, searching urgently for the source of the noise. Idly she wonders about home, and the slight lapse in concentration is enough for the enemy to move in.

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