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Catalina could sense she wasn’t alone anymore. Her hopes that this fight was over diminished as her body responded to the feeling of being watched. Her hair stood up and ears pricked, her fight or flight mode switched on, her heart pounding in her ears making it difficult to hear any signs of the enemy drawing closer. 

“Focus Catalina!” her mind screamed at her, all these distractions! She was better than this, more concentrated. But she couldn’t shake the overwhelming feeling of dread. Was she scared? But this isn’t like her! Fear was not in her character, and no matter what! she knew if she showed it? Weakness would overshadow strength.

Scanning her surroundings ahead, she calculated her exists. Not far to her left was a door striking the same resemblance as the one she entered by. This was it!
“Go now and don’t look back! Make a run for it!” She encouraged herself. 

Just as she pushes forward the enemy on a watch tower ahead appears, sniper in hand.