I don't know how long I've been asleep when I hear one of my more distant alarms go off. It must be late, because the moon is high in the sky when I get out. I arm myself with several knives and listen for the other traps to off, but they don't. I figure I am imagining things and head back into the tent, before I am able to close the tent, I hear another alarm go off. I jump out immediately and scan for any disturbances. I can barely make it some moving bushes. From these bushes, emerges a tall male figure, although I can't make out any distinct features, because he is hidden in the shadows of the forrest. I can tell he's limping. I decide that, once he is in the moon light, I am going to throw the knife. It feels like ages by the time he is even two feet away from it. My body tenses as I get into my throwing position. My eyes lock onto my target. I begin to sweat heavily. I can my head is spinning because I don't know if I will be able take another life again. I haven't killed anyone for a while. Ever since I've had my kids, human life seems more precious then ever before. I know in my head I have to throw the knife, but my heart is pushing to get me to not do it. The last time I remember my brain and heart fought each other was when Cato proposed to me, and that was a long time ago. Not to mention I was in a happier setting then. They were fighting about a good thing. Now they are fighting about something potentially dangerous. My brain is trying to get me to survive. My heart is trying to get me to realize how valuable human life can be. Once it's gone, it is lost forever. Either choice I make could end up in the death of the shadowy figure, or me. He's very large. He could easily overpower me. My brain finally wins. Just before he steps into the moon light, and just as I let go of the knife, I see who it is. However, my knife has already slipped from my fingers. Luckily, I was able to adjust in time to where it zooms past him and stick into a tree. I immediately run to him and squeeze him tight. Tears fill my eyes as I look up at him. However, he doesn't hug me back. He pushes me away and asks,"Who are you?"
