Night fell over the forest, cloaking it in a deep, almost impenetrable darkness. The cold was biting, and Sophia could feel it seeping into her bones as they huddled together under the tree, trying to stay warm and remain hidden. The faint hum of distant helicopters had faded, leaving only the sound of the wind rustling through the trees and the occasional snap of a twig in the underbrush.
Zoe was dozing, her head resting on Ethan's shoulder. Her breathing was shallow but steady, the color in her cheeks a bit more pronounced. It was a small relief, but Sophia knew they were far from safe.
Ethan's eyes were sharp, scanning the darkness with the intensity of someone who knew that danger could strike at any moment. His rifle was clutched tightly in his hands, his body tensed and ready to spring into action.
