Once the horn had gone off, a group of people emerged from the cabins. It was worse than Aaron had thought, not one or two people, but more. [b]"Shit"[/b] he said under his breath, watching as they curiously closed in on his location. If they came any closer to the truck, they would surely have noticed him. It was an all around bad situation at this point. A quick sprint to the forest was out of question, and waiting was out of the question. That left two options, try and find a better spot to hide or fight. The latter being the least appealing of the two. Luckily there was a large divot in the ground that looked like it would shelter Aaron's figure from the prying eyes of the truck's owners. He waited for the opportune moment, and then sprung into action. Well, rolled. Aaron rolled and crawled his way into the small crease in the ground, and then waited. Once they circled the truck, they would easily be able to follow his tracks. So he hoped they would not do that.

At this point in the night Aaron was sweaty, cold, and muddy all at the same time. Stress was weighing on his brain as he watched the people examine the truck and the area around it. There were some words said, Aaron could hear the voices but the words themselves were muffled. One of the figures disappeared back towards the cabin. [i]Thank God[/i] Aaron thought, thinking that they were done trying to find the cause of the horn. Aaron's knuckles were white at this point. He was gripped onto his rifle to the point where his fingers were beginning to ache. The pistol was in the holster but unstrapped, if it came down to that. Every breath he took was heavy but also forced to be silent. Aaron was trying to control himself as to not give his hiding place away. 

Out of the corner of his eye, Aaron caught a glimpse of something moving towards him. The way it moved, gave away that it was not a walker, but a person. They were coming in at an angle that would allow them to see Aaron in a few more steps. There was no where to run, he would be forced to engage them. Aaron raised his rifle, placing the stock against his shoulder, and took aim. He waited, and waited. The person finally came into better view, no doubt they would have been able to see him at this point. [b]"One more step and I'll take your head off"[/b] he said, in a cold tone.