And again, each time moving further into the brush before she returned.

I raised my hand for an answer and pushed into the brush.

Several shadows moved out of their way, back into the brush.

He turned, and plunged into the brush at its side.

The pain of the injury, when he tried to get up, made him fall back into the brush.

They all stopped, then three of them backed away into the brush again.

It was pulled over into the brush with all lights off.

Beyond, a dirt road led back into the brush and trees.

They crawled into deep brush before getting to their feet.

They moved off into the brush, disappearing, and leaving us alone.