A Mysterious Strike in the Night
Beaded with sweat, James suddenly woke up with a start. It was only a little after midnight with darkness consuming the camp like the bottom of a mine, and the air was humid and stuffy, yet James was wide awake now. His quick arising in his mosquito-net covered hammock had flung it off balance and upside-down, twisting him in the classic hammock mess. Normally he would’ve slowly undid himself in a lethargic manner, but his sudden fright still held him in a sleepless grip. Breathing heavy and fingers fumbling, he quickly undid the zipper and fell out on his knees. Wet, cold mud oozed onto his thick pants. He was quite awake now. The sudden fall and the freezing wet sensation on his legs only made his nervousness worse. He speedily stood up and looked around him in a panic. Taking a few more deep breaths, he managed to calm down a little bit and think more effectively. Pausing momentarily, he noticed an unusual silence that sat inside his stomach. Almost as eerie as the silence wa...