Wood Fiction

You hide, but nobody seeks. Instead, they leave you alone in the woods. I fear they have left me for good. I do not believe we thought our plan very carefully. I was just about to turn back when Jameason came around a near by tree.
"Have you seen or heard anything from anyone?" He asked.
"No I've not," I replied. "I thought you might have heard more then I."
"Barley is gone. Too loud," he said with no emotion.
"Gone," I asked looking down?
Jameason just grunted.