The air was thick with tension as the convoy moved along the crumbling highway, the wide bridge stretching out ahead of them like a gaping mouth. George, his knuckles white on the steering wheel, kept his eyes on the road, scanning for any sign of trouble. The wind howled through the broken supports, carrying the distant groans and screeches of the creatures that lurked below the bridge, far beneath the riverbed.
Beside him, Lucy, Raven, and Jackie were equally on edge. They had been driving for hours, the weight of the earlier battle still fresh in their minds. The road had been eerily quiet since the convoy had left camp, the kind of quiet that made everyone uneasy.
"How much longer till we're across?" Jackie asked, her voice tense.
"Not long," George replied, his eyes flicking to the rusted steel supports of the bridge, scanning for any movement. "Just keep an eye out. This place feels wrong."
