Wilson noticed that the sniper had stopped shooting everything like a fool but he did not stop. He used one hand to dig up more and more plants and sand and randomly threw it up in the air.
Then, without any warning, depending solely on his amateurish battle instincts and the experience he had gained from escaping death time and time again, he dashed out of hiding and made a beeline towards a tree that he believed; blocked the sniper's line of sight. He got there and his behind the tree but the sniper had noticed him. He just chose to save his bullet until he was sure to get a clean shot.
'He did not notice me. That's good! He is losing focus. Of course, such things have to be exhausting.' Wilson spoke to himself, not daring to say it out and merely thinking it in his head. Unbeknownst to him, he was only half-right.
While the sniper was exhausted, he also had quite the experience and had long trained himself to maintain his focus regardless of his level of fatigue.
Wilson looked at a big tree that was sure to put him out of the sniper's line of sight entirely. For the sniper to see him, the former would have to change trees.
He bent his knees slightly and prepared for a run.
*Bang*
A bullet whizzed before his eyes. It was obvious to him then, that unlike his previous thoughts, the sniper had seen him move and even more unfortunately, knew what his plan was.
Wilson retreated and cursed at the sniper. 'May you die a horrible death!'
What would he do? He had no idea but he knew he did not want to die so young and at the hands of a random stranger at that.
'Oh and definitely not in a forest. At the very worst, my corpse should be moved back to the village so I can be buried properly; not get eaten by wild beasts.'
He looked around, his brain moving at full gear and coincidentally, glanced at the tent and saw the headless body of someone - a woman, definitely - she must be the one who had called and attempted to trick him. Wilson instantly felt a combination of shock and awe of Dash.
'She is dead? When did that happen?' He wondered to himself if there was a way to use the woman's death to his advantage. For sure, she and the sniper were partners and if his memory served him right, she referred to the sniper guy as her husband, right? Then, should he not have been distracted?
'Maybe he does not know!' Wilson thought of that possibility and he instantly felt like it was his responsibility right at that moment, to break the heartbreaking news to the hardworking sniper.
"Hello, Mr shooter.." Wilson greeted, his entire body still conveniently hidden behind the tree. "I... ah.... I... am very so sorry for your... for your loss." He said out loud.
Mr shooter frowned, his eyes still trained on the tree Wilson was hiding behind.
'What is he talking about all of a sudden?' He wondered.
Wilson continued giving his condolences which, to the sniper, sounded like a sorry attempt at a decoy.
"I just realized it myself. She is gone so soon. Your wife, I mean. And in such a horrible way at that."
'Wife? We are not married yet.' The sniper thought, curiosity slowly eating at him. Right now, he wanted to just take a quick glance at where she was but he knew he would hundred percent lose sight of Wilson if he as much as turned his head. It seemed like this their target is not a rookie as he had initially thought: He knew how to escape one's line of sight, could pick good hiding spots from snipers and even knew how to say words that was sure to cause anyone to lose focus.
'Too bad for him though! I am better than that!' The sniper smirked. Those amateur talks and tricks would not affect him. He was better than that.
Wilson listened for any movement. He tried to convince the sniper guy that he was not kidding:
"You think I'm joking? Why don't you take a quick glance to the tent at your right and see for yourself?"
"Just shut up and show yourself so I can kill you and we will take our leave." The sniper guy could not resist saying.
Dash, who was still awake and once again listening to their conversation, shook his head pitifully.
"Another idiot!" He muttered. "He is even worse than Wilson!"
He sighed in exasperation. How tiring. He yawned. He was really tired. He looked at the time.
"Few minutes to midnight? Already?" He sighed again. "I guess I have to help the idiot after all."
He deactivated the tent's defensive system and unzipped it slowly. He peeped out.
'Coast seems clear.' He thought to himself and crawled out. He zipped the tent, reactivated its defensive system and ran in the direction he thought the woman's head should be.
He saw it pretty quickly and picked it up, ignoring the blood and ghastly look on her face. He did not care anything about that. He had seen worse in his short lifetime.
With a look at the general direction that the unfamiliar of the two voices came from, he threw the head with a loud shout.
"Look that's her head flying in the sky!" Dash said and laid flat on the ground, far from the still burning bonfire and the tent.
The sniper scoffed. As if he would believe it.
*crash*
And just then, both fortunately and unfortunately, depending on whose perspective you look at it from, the woman's head flew between several trees and got stuck in between two branches right beside his head.
The instincts of every human when something sounded near them was to turn and look and the sniper was no exception to that rule. No matter how much he had trained his focus, if something unknown landed too close to one, one would look to see and so did he.
He turned to look and got the spook of his life.
There, on the tree, was his wife's head facing him with her very last expression; a look that would normally scare him even then when she was alive. Now mix that with the blood and the pale color of her face. Spooky!
"Ah!" He yelled and lost his footing. As soon as Wilson heard the yell, he wasted no time and ran towards the sniper guy. He wasn't going to give him any second chance. No do-overs.
In seconds, he arrived at where the sniper guy fell.
He was already dead. A big knife was embedded in his chest; right at the heart.
"The knife belonged to his wife." Dash suddenly said from behind Wilson.
"Come on, let's go! You can stay in the tent tonight." The former continued and walked back to the tent, the fire already put out and the meat stored in his storage bracelet.