Hunter Nick. [https://i.imgur.com/s4U15Fv.jpeg]
Nick woke up in complete darkness. At first, his thoughts were confused, and he could not understand where he was. Consciousness returned to him, and he felt that his body was constrained. The ropes tightly tied his arms and legs, and when he tried to move, he felt a sharp pain in his wrists and was scared. He was immobilized, and this could only mean one thing: Nick was trapped.
There was absolute darkness all around. Nick strained his eyes, trying to see something. A feeling of anxiety and worry filled his mind. He found himself in an incomprehensible and therefore unpleasant situation. Perhaps he is in danger of death. None of his friends or strangers will know under what circumstances Nick died. The prisoner is in danger. No one, even for the sake of laughter, would tie up a friend and throw him into a dark room.
There was not a single ray of light in the room. Nick took a deep breath and tried to concentrate. He remembered the last moments before he lost consciousness, but they were blurry and indistinct as if he was trying to see through a thick fog. The only thing that remained in his memory was a simple walk along a forest path.
He remembered walking along a winding path surrounded by tall trees, whose thick crowns blocked out the sunlight, creating a pleasant coolness. The green, silky grass sprang underfoot, and Nick enjoyed this feeling, immersing himself in the sounds of the forest. The iridescent singing of forest birds accompanied his steps, creating a harmonious sound with the whisper of leaves.
A continuous hum came from somewhere far away. This noise had been familiar to him since childhood, but its origin had always remained a mystery. Old-timers gave different explanations for this phenomenon. Some said that a large amount of water, perhaps an underground stream or waterfall hidden in the depths of the forest, made such sounds. Others argued that this was the noise of a human anthill, huge and hidden from prying eyes, living its own mysterious life.
Nick loved listening to these stories, each of which was fascinating and unusual in its own way. However, now he could not allow himself to be distracted by memories. He was locked in a dark room, tied up and helpless. His hunting instincts told him to act quickly.
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A keen sense of hearing compensated for the lack of vision. Nick listened. Muffled rumbles of thunder could be heard outside the walls of the room. Judging by the growing noise, a thunderstorm was approaching. He caught the rustling of leaves in the wind and the characteristic sound of raindrops that knocked on the roof.
Nick tried to remember what happened, and how he ended up in this place, but the memory slipped from him like water through his fingers. The unknown gave rise to anxiety, but he forced himself to calm down and focus on the surrounding sounds. He needed to find a way to get out of this trap and understand what happened.
Nick slowly came to his senses, his body, tormented by pain, trembling from cold and fear. He tried to move, but the ropes tightly constrained his movements. His sensitive skin felt every bump and roughness of the ropes that dug into his wrists and ankles. He felt especially vulnerable in the dark. He was accustomed to twilight and dim light, but here there was absolute darkness that seemed to swallow him up.
His sensitive ears caught every change happening outside. The thunder was getting louder and Nick instinctively knew that the storm was going to be severe. Professionals tended to have heightened senses, and Nick was no exception. He heard not only thunder, but also the cracking of tree branches driven by the wind, and the rhythmic drumming of raindrops on the roof. He also felt how large drops, breaking into smaller ones, filled the entire space.
Nick felt his heart pounding wildly in his chest. It was sometimes said about him that he was famous for his sharp mind and cunning. And now he was trying to use this trick to figure out how to get out of this situation. His toes felt along the surface of the floor, trying to find something that could help him free himself. The floor was smooth and level, which could mean that the room belonged to a person. This alarmed Nick even more.
The tightly bound hands and feet also indicated that his captor was human. Nick understood that man was the most dangerous creature for him. Humans were smarter, more cunning, and far more vicious than many of the other creatures he had encountered. This is what the old-timers said, and Nick was convinced of this himself more than once. The tribesmen who fell into the hands of man never returned, and this thought filled his heart with cold fear.