Caught by the reaper

With John's death, the woman turned her attention to the last survivor—Ryker. Her gaze settled on him, cold and calculating.

Ryker's breath hitched, and his eyes widened with fear. His body trembled uncontrollably, his heart pounding in his chest like a drum.

Every instinct screamed at him to run, but his legs felt like lead, rooted to the ground. Despair flooded his mind, the weight of what he'd just witnessed crushing any hope he had left.

His friends were dead, their bodies lying lifeless on the forest floor, and now, the same fate awaited him.

The woman tilted her head slightly, a cruel smile playing on her lips. "Your friend decided to act like a hero and died," she said, her voice dripping with disdain. "But you...you were smart enough to wait for your demise. So I decided that I'll spare you." She let out a low, chilling laugh that sent a shiver down Ryker's spine.