After what felt like an eternity, the group dragged their battered, broken bodies forward, every step a monumental effort.
The air around them was heavy, suffocating with the weight of exhaustion and despair, but still, they moved.
They had traveled for so long—too long.
Time had lost meaning.
Hours and days blurred together into a single, endless stretch of agony.
Their legs burned with every step, and the soles of their boots were worn down to almost nothing.
Their breaths came shallow and labored, punctuated only by the occasional cough or groan.
The Younger Woman stumbled, catching herself against a jagged rock, her arms trembling as she pushed off to keep moving.
Donovan's vision swam in and out of focus, dark spots dancing at the edges of his sight.
His jaw was clenched so tightly it sent a sharp ache through his skull.
