Hinata made his way across the top of a fence, slinging his rifle up over his shoulder. It smashed against his backpack, causing the contents to sift and create noise. There wasn’t time to worry about that. They were close on his heels, snarling and howling for him to return to their midst. They wanted to rip him apart. He wanted to get away. And that’s when he noticed someone ahead of him, apparently unknowing of the danger.
“Move!” He shouted out. “Go!"