The Shadow Hunter

Darkness Falls

This is where he felt comfortable, in the darkness, in the shadows. A breeze stirred the leaves around him. The Shadow Hunter didn't feel it so much as see it. His vision never let any detail escape. Oh, and he was wearing full-body armor. If he could take it off, he would. In fact, there have been times where he almost killed himself trying to get the suit off. But he accepted it now. It was almost comforting, as if it were the only thing that he had that couldn't be taken from him. The armor was a curse. Had he chosen it for himself, it would be like his home, but the power-hungry Shadow was scared of him. Tried to contain him, encased inside of a suit of indestructible armor, not to protect its contents but to protect those around him. Even in this handicapped state, the Shadow Hunter was dangerous.
The whirr of the scout drones buzzed overhead. They would start scanning the cool jungle for any traces of heat, but the Shadow Hunter was well hidden underneath a fallen tree. If the drones found him, there would be hundreds of GW's flooding to his location. There wouldn't be sleep for many more nights. He started to power down his suit. It would reduce his heat trace, but if a GW found him... the Shadow Hunter would be a sitting duck. He decided to leave his major senses running in the background and finished his power-down. They wouldn't find him tonight. With that thought, the Shadow Hunter gradually fell into the soft arms of sleep.