Timing is Everything
Vincent’s eyes opened at the sound of hunters Each step coming toward him echoed in the room.
He tried desperately to move, but his condition wouldn’t allow it. At least, not yet. He mentally winced when they threw open his hiding place and glared at him with blood lust in their eyes.
It’s only a matter of time, now.
As they taunted him, his eyes shot toward the small window off to the side and the clear night sky beyond.
His final thought before the point of the wooden stake pierced his chest was, It’s only an hour till dawn.