Disclaimer: Nothing is mine…
Worm:
Tension filled the air.
One small movement, one small noise, would alert the guards to their hiding place.
Allan, Will, Djaq, Robin, Marian, John and Much were lying on the ground, shielded by bushes, trying to steady their breathing after the chase.
Everyone held their breaths as Gisbourne galloped into the opening below them on his black horse.
Much raised his head from the dirt to glare at the man in leather.
Gisbourne had everything, while he was still lying there in the mud.
Then he felt it.
It was moving.
He slowly looked down and had to do everything within his power not to shriek, revealing their hiding place.
There, where his face had been, was a large, slimy worm.