Hunters are in the cabin, and Tiffany may have just messed up.

Tiffany dropped to the ground as fast as gravity would let her. Less than a moment later she was scrambling to hide behind the nearest thick tree she could find.

"Oh please, oh please, oh please." She mouthed breathlessly over and over again.

Her heart pounded in her chest, and she could felt the blood coursing through her body. Her limbs felt light and her bosom heaved as she breathed.

'It might be okay,' she rationalized, 'It could just be another girl.'

That hope was quickly dashed as the door to the cabin opened then closed; she heard two men in, what appeared to be, the middle of an argument. Tiffany's muscles twitched as she thought, 'Please god, don't let them see me. Please just let them go back inside and I can get away.' She desperately wanted to risk a look, but couldn't find the nerve to move from her spot. Her heart skipped a beat when she heard their voices getting closer.

"Because this is a hunt! We should be out there searching for them!"

"Bitches'll be gunnin' fo' da' houses. Should just 'old up 'ere and wait."

"Have you seen a map of this island? Do you know how many safe-houses there are? We wait here for them there's a good chance the games are over before we see one of these girls. Do you want that? Or do you want some pussy?"

"Shit man, you know ah want me some pussy."

"Then let's go look."

They were close now. Very close. Tiffany knew, If she stayed where she was, eventually she'd enter their vision and this would be over. She had to move. Subtly, and as quietly as she could, she shuffled around the tree. She deftly timed her motions with the rustling of their feet through the grass and into the forest. She could do this. She'd stay out of their sight, they'd pass her by, and she could wait until they were out of sight. Then she'd have that safe-house all to herself. She could do this!

*Clunk*

In a panic Tiffany turned at the sound. The branch attached to her backpack had caught on a root. A sense of terror filled her the likes of which she had never known before.

'SHIT!'

In a frenzy, hands shaking, Tiffany tore the branch from her pack.

*RIP*

"What da' 'ell waz 'at?" She heard one of the men say.