Doesn't Take A Genius

"FASTER! GO FASTER!!!"

They ran.

No, they didn't just run, they were fleeing.

Fleeing with every ounce of strength they had, hearts pounding with desperation and fear.

Ian's command echoed through the air, and he surged ahead, faster than any of them, pushing his body beyond its limits.

Camelia was close behind, her determination a powerful force in the face of the chaos.

Fiona kept pace, unwavering, while Aldrich followed slightly behind, his eyes always on Trevor, the slowest of the group.

Their bodies ached.

Sweat poured down their faces, mixing with the dirt and grime of their flight.

Yet, they couldn't afford to slow down, not now, not when death was hot on their heels.

This wasn't a mere escape from danger; it was a flight from obliteration, a frantic race to stay alive.

And so they ran.

Behind them, a shadow broke away from the main group of pursuers.