Face pressed to the pine needles, Stephanie willed herself invisible. Her breath was little more than a shallow necessity, her only movement as she willed her quaking limbs still.
Footsteps crunched by.
Heavy boots paused by her face. They stunk of sap and kangaroo shit.
The felled tree hid her shadow. Even with the full moon and starry night sky above, the thickness of the forest distorted the light penetrating the world below the trees.
The boots moved on.
She could breathe again.