Brank
Hans looks up. The crackling campfire had been going for a while, but at the sound of the crash he immediately extinguished it.
He got up in a fluid movement, grabbing his rifle. Deep in the forests he had no way of contacting the troops, he was on his own.
From the sound of the crash the ship had gone down a few miles away. He packed up and started moving through the night, tactically advancing through the forests he had been hunting in for the last few days...
When he got closer to the wreck, he took position on a hill, trying to get a better look at the wreck. One can never be too sure...