The Edge Of Desperation

The forest grew darker as they pushed further into its depths, the towering trees blotting out what little moonlight remained. The sound of rushing water echoed faintly through the air, a constant reminder of the ravine they’d crossed earlier.

Lena’s breath came in shallow gasps as she struggled to keep up, her legs burning with exhaustion. Caleb leaned heavily on her, his weight slowing them down even more. Ethan moved ahead, his pace relentless, scanning the path with his gun ready.

“How much farther?” Lena called out, her voice barely audible over her labored breathing.

Ethan didn’t turn around. “Not much. There’s a cave nearby—small enough to hide us for a while.”

“A cave?” Lena repeated, her brow furrowing. “That doesn’t sound safe.”

“It’s safer than out here,” Ethan shot back, his tone curt.

Lena tightened her grip around Caleb’s waist, her frustration bubbling beneath the surface. Caleb’s steps faltered, and she slowed, tugging at Ethan’s attention.