The truck sped along the winding dirt road that led back to New Haven, the fortified mansion standing like a sentinel on the hill above the sprawling Pleasant Valley below. Dust and dirt kicked up in their wake as they raced toward safety, the adrenaline of the past few hours still coursing through their veins. Inside the truck, the silence was thick with tension, each of them lost in their own thoughts after the harrowing escape from Johnsbury.
Raven sat behind the wheel, her expression hard and focused as she navigated the rough terrain. She hadn't spoken much since they had left Johnsbury, her eyes locked on the road ahead, but George knew she was processing everything that had happened. The encounter with the ghouls, the appearance of the massive winged creature, it was all too much to ignore.
