Fear

A knife. He took a freaking knife. Haris shook his head while panting uphill. The knife, suspended from a string on his backpack, slapped his side, spurring him on. &ldquo;Who are you kidding? You buy your bread pre-sliced,&rdquo; he said to himself. He did it loudly, just as the articles on hiking in the wild advised. This dark forest shaded too many rocks that looked bear-shaped. &ldquo;You,…