Her captors were closing in on her. The everglades were hard to get out of but she remembered the shack where she had registered herself for a personal tour. Cowering now under the table, she could hear noises in the distance of propellers bursting the silence of the wristling fronds. It was coming closer.
There were no phonelines that she could see, the shack of an office was an hour's drive from the urban jungle up north - where could the satellite radio be? The sensation and anxiety of hoping to find help was again heightened by her fear. It was getting hard to breathe - only the thumping of her heartbeat drumming in her ears grounded her resolute. She could not move no matter how hard she tried though - just the memory of the binds around her hands and feet tightening send shivers down her spine. She needed to move. She was perspiring profusely now - hiding under the table is not going to help. She needed to get up - move, move or they'll get you.
Hadi's dream continues.....
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