...I turn stealthy, attentive to the next noise. My hands slide to my right to take a robust branch that is here, but without looking away from the possible threat.
You hear again the creaking of another branch and I begin to think that it may be the man who went to fulfill the "call of nature" setting me up in ambush.
My body tightens and my sight sharpens as it becomes accustomed to the total darkness of the forest, but I only see a sinuous shadow without a definite, static and mysterious form.
I still can't see traits of humanity in the shadow, there are no eyes to distinguish or form of limbs that would make it easier for me to know who was hitting me. But there I was!
I felt a warm liquid run slightly through my hand and it was when I noticed that it was hurting me by squeezing the branch so tightly.

Thanks for the opportunity!