Isabel POV
The faint sound of the helicopter blades grew louder, a low hum cutting through the quiet forest. It wasn't close yet, but it was moving in our direction.
Miguel stiffened, his eyes darting toward the sky. Marissa crouched low, her hand gripping her rifle. Diego sat propped against a tree, his breathing shallow but steady.
"They're looking for us," Marissa said, her voice barely above a whisper.
"Of course, they are" Miguel replied. His voice was calm, but I could see the tension in his shoulders.
"Can we move him?" I asked, gesturing to Diego.
Miguel hesitated, then nodded. "We don't have a choice."
I felt the weight of that statement. We were running on borrowed time, and every decision felt like a gamble.
Marissa POV
