Shadows in the Dark
"Alex, are you sure about this?" Sarah's voice trembled, a mix of concern and frustration seeping through her words. Her eyes searched his face, hoping to find reassurance. "You're barely standing after what we just went through."
Alex tightened the grip on the bandage wrapped around his arm, his jaw set in grim determination. "We don't have a choice," he said quietly, his voice steady but laced with weariness. "If we stop now, they'll catch up to us, and we won't survive another ambush."
Max, leaning against a grimy lamppost at the edge of the alley, glanced over at Alex with a skeptical smirk. "You've got guts, I'll give you that," he muttered. "But guts won't mean a damn thing if you're dead."