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Your heart pumps hard, gene-amped adrenaline flooding to your muscles while your yellow eyes flick from left to right as you come to an abrupt stop in the middle of a clearing. Stupid, stupid, <span class="mu-s">stupid</span>. You were dumb to keep coming out here, a few hours walk from the main base. Alone. You haven’t moved a muscle, tracking a bird-like cry from behind you. You recognise it, one of the native species. Nothing out of place, except you’d use something like that yourself to signal to a fellow hunter. Why did you come out here alone? Because you wanted something special for your pot dinner? Fucking <span class="mu-s">idiot</span>. Nothing is out of place, nothing is out of the ordinary, it’s just another successful hunt at the end of a sweltering hot day. Except you’ve got that feeling.
You…
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>Breathe in deep and calm the fuck down. There’s nothing there. You trust your instincts, to a point, but if you jump at every imagined shadow you’re going to be a useless nervous wreck before long. [Daredevil]
>RUN. Dropping the satchel you dive across the end of the clearing, drawing your magpistol and pointing it in the direction where you can sense danger. [Firebrand]
>Crouch down, very slowly. Hugging the jungle floor, you place your hand on your magpistol and you wait. And wait. And wait. [Xenophobe]
