The forest seemed alive, each branch and leaf conspiring to entangle them. Scarlett struggled to keep her breathing even as they raced through the bushes, the faint glow of their pursuers' flashlights flickering in the distance. Nathan's hand held hers tightly, steadying her as she stumbled over a root.
"Keep moving!" Lang hissed, his voice cutting through the night like a whip. He clutched the briefcase close to his chest, as if it contained their very survival.
Serena trailed slightly behind; her knife gripped tightly in one hand while her eyes darted toward every sound in the darkness.
"We can't outrun them forever," she muttered, her tone edged with frustration.
Nathan glanced over his shoulder; his expression grim.
"We don't need forever. Just long enough to find an opening." He said.
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