The rain seeped into her eyes, dripped from her bangs. The moisture only made the game all the more difficult. Visibility was limited to only a few yards ahead. Sahara crept on bare feet between the soggy trees. The only sound she could hear was the rain pounding the ground softly, turning it to mulch between her toes.
She wiped her face with the back of her free hand, clearing her eyes for a second before they filled up with extra water once more. Sahara let out a huff and adjusted the semi-automatic machine gun on her shoulder. She couldn't sense anyone in the vicinity.
"Dead end," she muttered before moving on.
Time passed slowly as the girl passed among the dark shapes of vegetation like a wraith. Everything was so quiet, she felt like she was in a dream. A very cold and wet dream. She was only aware of the clock ticking in her head and the silhouettes in front of her. Then something made her stop moving. Some sound, different from the rest of the hushed world around her, warned he