# Out Of The Frying Pan... Part 3

Author: frostmoon
Tags: Action, Short Story, War

#3 of Out Of the Frying Pan...

Salut! It be me, Esme, again! I know that this is short, but it is essential. So enjoy!!

I hastily snatch the sniper rifle, but as I bring it around, it slips out of my hands. The rifle falls and the trigger snags a branch, BOOM! The rifle goes off and crashes onto the leaf-covered ground below. "FUCK!!!" I scream in anger. To my horror I hear shouts coming from the direction of the camp. _Oh great, now I am screwed if I don't hurry._ I quickly jump from tree to tree in a mad dash to get away. When I can no longer continue, I jump out of a tall maple into a crouch. I speedily stand up and scan my surrondings. "nothing, that's good," I say with a sigh. I sit with my back against the maple. I am mentally, and physically, exhausted. I know it is dangerous, but I fall into the dark abyss of sleep and allow it to take me.

 

My eyes slowly open, I automatically raise my hand to block the bright, assaulting sunlight. It appears to be midmorning, _Great, I slept about twelve hours._ I stand up while yawning and scent the air, _Nothing, that's a good thing.  _I, by habit, start doing stretches. _You know what would be good right now?_ I ask, mentally berating myself, _A communicator. You know, to TALK to people with. That way you aren't ALONE._ I start to reach for a spot on my head that has started to itch when I feel the cold, hard metal of a gun barrel poke into the back of my head. "I wouldn't move if I were you."

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