Chapter 95: Captured by a Faction

Morning dawns bleak. We gather supplies from the beached boat, ready to trek inland. Before we make it far, silhouettes emerge from the treeline—armed locals wearing mismatched uniforms. They level rifles at us.Ramirez tries to talk, but one man barks in a foreign language, pointing for us to drop our weapons. Fear grips me. Are these paramilitary forces? Another criminal crew?We're corralled at gunpoint, forced to our knees. Elena's eyes blaze with defiance, but her voice trembles. Any false move, and we'll be riddled with bullets. Just when we thought it couldn't get worse…