The frigid water enveloped them, a shock to their systems. But there was no time for hesitation. The pursuit was relentless, and the forest offered little in the way of cover. The river was their only hope.
Alex, his breath ragged, pulled Wu Xiufan along, their bodies struggling against the icy current. The water was treacherous, the undertow pulling at their legs. But they persevered, their survival instinct propelling them forward.
As they emerged from the other side, gasping for air, they collapsed onto the muddy bank. The forest on the opposite side looked like a sanctuary, a place of refuge. But they knew it was a temporary respite. Their pursuers would not give up easily.
They had to keep moving, but their bodies were exhausted, their strength waning. They needed shelter, warmth, and most importantly, a plan.
