#Chapter115
The three arrive back at the temporary camp, breathless and panting from the mad dash through the bush, and hear the howl of the demon as it closes in on them. Then all fall silent, even the mighty Victoria Falls is quiet and nothing seems to move. The wind rustles the leaves in the trees, and the long grass on the riverbank bend to the will of the breeze that moves amongst them. The three wait within the circle for the appearance of the demon and Amos. Nothing stirs; it is as if the two pursuing them have just dropped off the face of the earth.
/"Nee fok, they are now playing with us, keep your eyes and ears open ladies while I reload my weapon. You also need to reload. I don’t trust these fucking bastards, it must end today./"
/"I can’t hear anything Piet; do you think they have returned to that hut?/"
/"Not a moer, I think we have pushed Amos as far as possible and forced his hand./"
