Martha ran, muttering curses under her breath. Nathan's voice, asking for her help, only fueled her anger.
How could he dare ask for assistance after causing all of this? All she wanted was to return home, but every step seemed to make her situation even harder.
"Where do you think you're going?" Mia's voice cut through the air as she held a spear. Ethan was right beside her, both of them relentlessly chasing after Martha.
Looking back, a surge of despair washed over her. Their experience and strength made it seem like an impossible chase; if they caught up, she knew that death was the only result.
"Why won't you just let me go? I didn't kill anyone, and I'll never reveal anything about that place!" Martha shouted between panting breaths as she ran. The entire reason she refrained from taking lives was precisely for moments like this, where negotiation might be possible.
