The night was alive with the hum of danger. Gunfire echoed behind them, the sharp cracks bouncing off the trees as the group sprinted into the dense woods. Shadows flickered in the pale moonlight, casting distorted shapes across the uneven ground. The air smelled of damp earth and pine, masking the metallic tang of fear that lingered between them.
"Don't stop!" Caleb barked, his voice cutting through the chaos.
Mia stumbled, her legs burning from exertion. Zoe grabbed her arm, steadying her without breaking stride. The forest seemed endless, the tall trees stretching like sentinels into the darkness.
"Where are we even going?" Finn hissed, his breath labored.
"Anywhere they aren't," Caleb snapped.
Behind them, the sound of pursuit grew louder—voices shouting, branches snapping. Whoever was chasing them wasn't giving up easily.
