[Avira]
The stories I have heard about bandits, the horrible, terrible things they did to their preys, all of the stories I have been told about them directly or through eavesdropping came back to me in a rush. Including the stories I had considered too brutal, and cast off as lies. They all seemed believable now, with Dylan and I this close to becoming preys ourselves.
We were utterly quiet, Dylan and I, not even our breathing could be heard. I was wishing for whoever it was, to go away without noticing us, with my eyes closed. The sound of retreating footsteps prompted me to open my eyes, and I did. I saw them now, as they walked towards the direction where Dylan and I had emerged from.
We waited a little longer behind the tree before we came out, and continued our journey. I was shivering out of fear as we journeyed, looking behind me at intervals to ensure that we were not being followed.
"Nobody is following us." Dylan called one time, after I was done looking behind me.
