[h1][center][color=007236]Eric Miller[/color][/center][/h1]

Dawn, one of Eric's favorite times of the day. People were a lot less active during this time. It helped that he was alone in the woods, not a soul to be heard. That's all he's been hearing recently, voices. They never stop. They weren't even in a form he could easily understand, it all sounded like gibberish. Though he learned eventually what some of the things meant. It was almost like taking high school Spanish, and being able to understand just enough to know what the person was talking about, but not in detail, and having no chance to know how to say anything back. But right now, non of that mattered. Now, he sat in a tree, a rifle in hand. He'd been camping in the woods for two days now trying to snag something. He wasn't too picky, neither was the 30-06 in his hands. But being short to make ends meet again he needed to find somewhere to make up funds. It didn't help that people were looking at him differently. He wondered how much they actually knew.

By the time the sun came up he saw a wild boar, that would do just fine. He lined up the iron sights on his rifle and locked on. But as he was turning the safety off he heard it, the sounds. At first he wondered if it was an animal. But the only animal that even came close to human sounds were apes at the zoos, once he was convinced a dog but only once. He slowly moved the rifle back into cover as the noises got louder, he could tell it was multiple people. But the sounds were too faint to tell what they were thinking. Who ever they were, they were far out. But close enough that if he fired a shot they'd know he was there. Was he in real danger? Or was he being paranoid as usual?

Eventually some of the sounds became a bit more clear. He could make out maybe three people? One was thinking something about beer, and about finishing this as soon as possible. He couldn't make out the next one so well, but he could sense anger, lots of anger. It scared him. The last one was thinking a lot about not getting themselves shot with their own gun. They were armed? He was starting to panic again, then he started to think, lots of people were hunters out here. He had nothing to worry about.

Then they got to his makeshift campsite. "[color=ed1c24]He has to be here somewhere, stay in ear shot, and spread out.[/color]" One of the bigger ones said in a low voice. They were after someone, chances are him. Was it a good thing he didn't come home last night? What would have happened if he did? "[color=f26522]Let's just find him and get it over with, I don't want to be out here longer then I have too. Plus...[/color]" He pointed out the rifle case by the sleeping bag. "[color=f26522]The Freak's armed. Do we really want to do this now?[/color]" Eric was in good cover in his tree, even if they looked up they may not see him. Though if they did he would have the high ground over them. But in a gun fight he would lose, he wasn't the best of shots, and the rifle in his hands only held a single shot. The trio were armed with much higher grade equipment. He saw two rifles, a shotgun, and the bigger guy with one of the rifles had a pistol holstered. "[color=ed1c24]Better here then on his terms. Now let's go find him.[/color]" They continued searching, the youngest one stayed behind to watch over his encampment. He the one panicking about how to handle the rifle. If things got messy, Eric could take the shot now, crippling the youngest one. Forcing the others to make a choice, go after him, or help their friend. 

Eric wasn't sure he had it in him to shoot someone, especially since they had no idea he was watching, only a few yards away. Eric took aim with his rifle on the person watching his camp. His thoughts were still based around how to handle the rifle, and worrying if he was being watched. Kinda funny the Irony in the situation. Once the iron sights were locked onto the boy he spoke softly. "[color=007236]Listen up because I am only going to tell you this once. Drop your gun, and put your face to the tree. If you speak, if you move, I will shoot you. And it will hurt. If you cooperate you will make it out of this in one piece.[/color]" He froze, Eric clicked the safety off on his rifle. "[color=007236]Do it now, or you will get shot.[/color]" The boy wasn't even facing Eric, but he got the message. He set down the rifle, Eric could tell how scared he was. He felt bad for putting him through this. But it was his best bet to get out alive. Once the rifle was on the ground he put his face to the tree, where Eric soon jumped down behind him.

Eric kept his rifle aimed at his new prisoner as he grabbed his bag, no time for everything else. Well he was at it he grabbed the boys rifle and threw it over his back. Then he heard the noises of one of the other Hunters. It came out along the lines of... "[color=ed1c24]That bastard.[/color]" The only reason Eric would make it out was because everything else was silent other then the boys sobs. It took him a moment to realize what had just happened. He was in someone's sights. Eric took off running as the first shot went off, he wasn't sure where the hunter was but he knew he was close. He was in too much of a panic to care. But after a while he made it out of earshot of them. Once by a river he unloaded the boy's rifle and threw it in, pocketing the ammo. Then working hsi way back home, hoping it still stood.