His goggles started to fog as his hot breath tried to cool himself from running.
"Man…where is he? He wasn't joking when he said he was good, but I didn't think he was that great." Thought Jon.
He slowly walked while crouched through the dense forest. Trying not to make a sound. His senses were increased from the adrenaline that was flowing deep within his blood.
His team was ambushed while patrolling the south bank. He was the only one that was able to escape, along with one other person from the enemy's team, for his team was able to defend themselves pretty well.
SNAP.
He turned quickly behind him with his heart beating violently, pointing his gun in the direction of the noise. Before he could think, a bird flew out from the brush.
"Get the hell out of here." He quietly yelled between his clenched teeth.
He gave out a huge breath of relief.
Continuing to silently glide along the under brush, he searched out his enemy.
"Hmmm, there's no way I'm gona find him, we'll just have to have him come to me." Sneaky, thought Jon.
He looked up into the trees above him getting an idea.
They swayed gently in the breeze, each leaf lightly brushing up against it making a calm peaceful sound. He could hear a few birds singing to each other minding their own business, not a care in the world.
Slowly, trying not to make a sound, he began to scale a tall oak tree with lots of big strong branches a few yards from where he was originally crouching.
"I guess this is when all of my childhood experiences come into effect." He thought playfully.
He found a pretty large sturdy branch that he could sit on with somewhat comfort, and was able to see all around him.
He fired off a burst of rounds to hopefully get the attention of his enemy. "Now all I got to do is sit here and wait." He smirked.
Five minutes go by.
Ten minutes.
Fifteen minutes.
His whole body instantly stiffened. The only thing that he moved was his eyes, toward the sound of something about ten yards away. His heart skipped a beat, as he sat there. The breeze pushed against his jacket slightly. His breath weakened and slowed. His fingers began to shake gently as he raised his gun in the direction of the movement he just saw. *Thump thump thump* His heart began to race.
BAM, BAM, BAM.
A rapid stream of ammunition came showering from behind him. They were whizzing by, hitting next to him on the tree, below him, the branch he was sitting on, the leaves near him, and nailing him square in the back and butt.
He had no idea what was happening, until he heard from beneath him.
"That's why I'm the best paintball player in the entire United States!" yelled Nick, his opponent. "Don't mess with the best, now get down here, and lets go again. Not too shabby that time though. Took me a little longer to find you, good job."
As soon as the surprise went away from Jon's heart that stopped at the first sound of a gun going off, he yelled back, "It's on!"