John slowly trekked through the forest, two squirrels hooked to his belt. He had given up on the bear and was ready to head home. And then he saw tracks. Human tracks. "Who doesn't cover up their tracks?" John asked no one. And then he realized that someone in danger doesn't cover their tracks. He could hear the sound of rushing water, the river it seemed, and thought maybe the mystery person was heading there. "It could be a trap." John told himself. But he went anyways, slowly following the person's trail.