It’s too late

The rain lashed down harder as the group trudged deeper into the forest, their breaths heavy, feet slipping in the mud. Nathan held a firm grip on Marcus's arm, his face impassive despite the pounding ache in his ribs. The blow Henry had delivered earlier had done more damage than expected Marcus staggered, wincing with every step.

"Stop dragging your feet," Nathan hissed, yanking him upright as Marcus groaned. "Or I'll give you a real reason to limp."

Scarlett shot Nathan a warning look but said nothing. The storm had masked most of their movements, but they knew the search teams weren't far behind. Ellen's pale face, damp with rain, was pressed into Scarlett's shoulder as she stumbled.

"Mom, just hold on," Scarlett whispered, tightening her grip.

Ellen nodded weakly but the pain etched into her face was not mistakable. Blood seeped through the soaked bandage wrapped hastily around her side. She was getting worse with time.