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Dad presses his index finger to his chapped lips. He doesn’t speak a single word. His eyes narrow and fix on me, and a look of concern floods his face. He leans in closer to whisper in my ear.
“Don’t move or make any sounds what-so-ever.” He grabs my chin, and turns it to the right. A figure looms in the shadows of the brush. He doesn’t appear to be a hunter or hiker. There’s no visible weapon or backpack that can be seen.
He stays low, crouched within the thicket of foliage. He slowly advances forward, taking great care to not alert the injured deer to his presence. His precise movement’s mimic that of a cougar watching its prey. Dissecting and plotting his point of attack from his concealment.
After a few moments, he sprints out of the darkness, and stumbles into the little bit of light that remains.

Outside of the fantastical world of sci-fi, Derek serves as the Vice
President at Woodforest National Bank. During his free time, he
enjoys reading, exercising, and watching apocalyptic movies and TV
shows like Mad Max and The Walking Dead. Above all, he is a family
man who cherishes nothing more than quality time spent with his loved ones.

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