Hide and Seek

Prickles are scratching me. Everybody is coming. I'm getting frustrated, getting down as far as I can go. Leaves are crunching under my feet. I am creeping like a snake about to attack. I can smell and feel yucky, fresh mud. Guns are shooting, people are screaming. My heart is beating like a cheetah running for its life. I can feel how painful it would be to die. I can smell the blood of people dying. Every second guns are losing their last bullet. I can hear footsteps running everywhere. Teardrops are falling down. The last shot lands on the dead body. I look around and all I can see is bodies.