The forest stretched endlessly before them, its shadows thick and impenetrable. Each step Angela took felt heavier than the last, her legs trembling from exertion and fear. Edmund led the way, his strides confident and purposeful, but Angela couldn't help the nagging feeling of being watched. Every crack of a branch, every distant rustle sent a jolt through her, the sound a deafening reminder of her presence.
The moonlight filtered weakly through the canopy above, casting fractured shadows that danced like specters on the forest floor. She followed Edmund closely, her mind racing as adrenaline coursed through her veins.
"Edmund," she whispered, her voice barely audible over the sound of their hurried footsteps. "Are we even going the right way?"
He glanced back at her, his expression grim. "We are. There's a service road about a mile from here. We'll figure out our next move there."