She loosens her hunting knife in its sheath. Definitely getting closer--

Her boot catches in the soft earth and she falls to her knees, tumbling through a patch of undergrowth. When she finally looks up, she's staring at five very surprised Viet Cong soldiers who seem to be finishing a meal.

Closer than she thought.

"Fi, we've got company!" she calls out, drawing her knife and scrambling to her feet.