ARRDE
I'm trapped. Left. I watched in panic and cowered as the enemy kept approaching me rapidly.
The silence was suffocating.
Not the kind of silence that brought peace, but the kind that carried a storm. The kind that told you something was coming—something you couldn’t stop.
I gripped the steering wheel so hard my knuckles turned white, my breath coming in shallow gasps. The road stretched into nothingness, swallowed by the thick, oppressive darkness. No streetlights. No passing cars. Just me, my pulse hammering against my ribs, and the shadowed figures moving closer.
Eric.
His men.
I jammed the lock button on the car door, the click echoing too loudly in the stillness. My mind raced. I needed a plan, an escape—anything. But I had nothing. No weapons. No backup. And worst of all
