Ahead, the thick woodland loomed, the blackness encircling them indefinitely. Their footsteps were muted by the thick layer of fallen leaves underneath them, making every step feel purposeful. With his keen eyes searching every shadow for possible danger, Jack took the lead. Behind him, Ethan moved next to Lily, keeping her grounded in the pandemonium of their escape with his protecting presence. Monica followed, holding onto the duffel bag like it was her lifeline.
Lily felt her heart thumping in her chest. She could still see the sight of headlights glaring down on them, replaying the memories of their tight escape. Running caused her legs to burn, but she was able to keep going because of the adrenaline in her blood.
"Jack, how much farther?" Monica's voice could hardly be heard above the sound of their footsteps as she murmured.