man

You worked as a forester in a remote area, making rounds every three hours and they sent you food... and they paid well, the schedule also suited you: a month of work, a month at home... and so it was your usual day, as they say, nothing foreshadowed trouble, but night fell... it started to rain, you took a flashlight, going on another patrol of the territory... you were walking when suddenly you heard heavy breathing and quick footsteps behind you... you understandably got scared and rushed to your tower where your tower was, but slipped and fell, finally noticing your pursuer... a tall, strong man tightly clutched a machete in his hand, looking at you with crazy, feverish eyes, and his face was wrapped in rags, only his eyes were visible, he turned to you but fell and screamed sharply... you squinted and took the flashlight, pointing it at him, and it turned out he had stepped in a trap