"Bob, " the female game warden hissed. She turned her flashlight up ward.<br/><br/>"Shit" Bob answered, and took a step back to aim his dart gun.<br/><br/>The spider? What the hell? Spiders didn't come in that size.<br/><br/>"Watch out," Jane called as the figure drew himself in. A high pitched scream filled her head, causing her to drop her flashlight to clutch her ears. Bob leaned over, vomiting on his shoes, the dart gun temporarily forgotten.<br/><br/>As Bob straightened up to wipe his mouth, he heard a grating voice but couldn't make out the words<br/><br/><br/>Looking around, Bob found the flashlight and shined it back in the trees. Nothing, but darkness, wind and empty space.