You hold your breath, patiently waiting for them to pass by so you can continue your work, when suddenly...
"Hey! Who's there?!"
One of the patrolling soldiers, a female, is pointing straight at you. You curse under your breath. Perhaps she spotted the outline of you, or her vision is much better than you expected, but it doesn't matter now. Like a rabbit, you're on your feet in the blink of an eye and off running.
You wave around trees, run through bushes, and constantly change direction to keep from possibly being cut off by other patrols that you had slipped past earlier.
Jumping over a fallen log, you risk a glance back at your pusuers. The female soldier who originally spotted you is close behind, trailing only twenty or thirty feet behind you. The other patrollers, two men, are much further back and losing sight of you.
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