Over the constant undercurrent of rustling leaves, Biren heard the chirping of birds in the forest die. He took cautious steps towards Ramesh, who sat propped against a tree, bleeding. When he got closer, he found Ramesh motionless.

 “Too bad. I’d saved this last bullet just for you. But what the hell,” he cackled and shot the dead man.

 He pried open Ramesh’s right fist to get the diamond and noticed a fresh red stump where Ramesh’s left hand should have been.

 Something moved behind him like velvet on dead leaves. He stood trembling at the deep growl inching closer.