I was not on a familiar trail, seeing the tower comforted me because I knew there were some open, flat paths there for me to get back to the car. I looked up and saw the owners of the voices. Three of them. At the top of the tower, breaking trees and throwing rocks to the bottom, where I was. Three guys is a group.
Pack mentality kicks in.
The same thing goes for women, more than two, it's a gang. And there's me, alone. I looked around to try and decide which way they wouldn't go, where I could go not to be hit with the shit they were throwing. I couldn't tell if they'd seen me or not. I lost them for about 25 minutes.