Face off

'Fucking bitch' He hissed at Nina in his mind after she insulted him.

Quintin walked out into the clearing at what looked to him to be the dead middle, took out his last rashins of food and water then sat down eating.

He got the feeling he won't be disturbed by any lions or hyenas here, he could smell the blood in the grass, he could even smell the saliva, the sweat, this was a battleground, death was a regular visitor here and It had Quintin worked up for some reason.

The darkness started overpowering the light as the sun was retreating to the west, in the east only stars for now.

Quintin stood up, his heart pounding, he could feel danger approaching, the hairs on his neck stood up, it was like a sixth sense, agitation made him sit down on the termite mound again, saliva started building in his mouth.