The first indication of danger was subtle—a minute trembling of the underbrush beneath Johan's boots. 'Is it just my imagination?' Johan thought, pausing mid-step. But as the gentle quivering morphed into a pronounced tremor, there was no mistaking it. "Do you guys feel that?" he whispered urgently.
Ken halted, gripping a nearby tree trunk for stability, his face tense. "Feels like... footsteps," he muttered, the shadows playing on his features.
Danny's eyes widened, "Big footsteps," he added, looking around, trying to find the source.
The distant cacophony of snapping trees and rustling foliage grew louder and closer. The jungle seemed to tremble in anticipation, the leaves shimmering with every heavy thud. 'We're not alone here. Something big, something very big is approaching,' Johan realized, his heart racing.
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