THE FINAL PHASE PRIOR TO THE FALL

As we rushed through the thick underbrush, the forest came to life, every sound heightened by the terror that was squeezing my chest. As I fought to keep up with Ethan and Lydia, my legs burned and my breaths came quickly. I felt the physical weight of what had just transpired, but I had no time to think about it.

Ethan looked back, a glint of worry in his eyes as they met mine. He continued to proceed steadily despite his wounded, propelled by his protective instincts. His voice was quiet but anxious as he inquired, "How are you holding up?"

Despite my body screaming to tell me differently, I lied and said, "I'm fine."

A few paces ahead, Lydia gripped the tiny gadget firmly. Her steps were deliberate, her face a harsh mask of concentration. She remarked sharply, "We can't keep running like this." "If we don't find a place to regroup, they'll follow us."