The current situation was dire. They were in a desperate situation, the environment was harsh, and whether or not they could emerge safely was unknown.
She had only been pregnant for three weeks. The health and stability of her body and their baby were uncertain.
There was no assurance if she could maintain the pregnancy.
Yet there isn't much room for concern at the moment.
Yvonne Finley clenched her teeth, her cheeks numb from strain. She held onto Caleb Baker's undamaged arm tightly, ensuring he wouldn't fall.
Trying to get a foothold on the soft sand was nearly impossible.
The burden seemed to double down on her.
The darkness was utterly without hope, permeated the entire world with its paralyzing bleakness.
There was a small patch of green plants ahead.
In such a place, that was precious.
The distance, though short, took Yvonne nearly half an hour to cross.
Until finally, some greenery provided shade.
It offered them a temporary respite.
