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8. Snapper part 3: Snapped
Charlotte lay perfectly still, her breathing almost inaudible. All that she could hear was the sound of her own heart thumping in her chest. Her eyes scanned between the trees. Over there. Was that something moving, or was it her imagination? A cracking twig broke the silence.
Charlotte’s gaze focused. There was something. A mere silhouette, she could see a head maybe, but what was it? Too big for a rabbit. She could almost make it out now, copper-brown fur the color of scorched earth, a lighter tail only just visible.
A deer stood less than 30 meters in front of Charlotte, ...