Nina ducked down and crept along the side of the car. Long experience of being the hunted rather than the hunter had taught her how to move silently. Men would chase a woman for a long time, and the more they didn’t find her, the more it hurt when they finally did.

“You’re pretty handy with those knives, I could use a woman like you.” The man said warmly.

I’ll bet.

“You know, there are so few of us left. We really shouldn’t be trying to kill each other.” He said, pausing. In a lower tone, he added, “Nature will take care of that soon enough.”

More stupidity. Talking let Nina know exactly where he was. She gripped her knives hard. The dumb son of a bitch should have run when he had the chance. He had escaped once, she wouldn’t let him do so again. Fucking men.

Moving with agonizing slowness, she peaked around the bumper. The man had rocked up onto the balls of his feet and was peering around, obviously looking for her. Just as obvious, he had no idea what to look for. How had he survived this long?