Derek’s POV
As we walked through the woods, we came upon an old wooden house. It looked like it had been abandoned for years, the paint peeling off the walls and the windows boarded up. The yard was overgrown with weeds, and the front porch sagged in the middle. It was a far cry from the comfort and luxury we were used to.
"This looks like a good place to hide," I said, looking around. "No one will find us here."
The other men nodded, their faces grim. We cautiously approached the house, not sure what to expect.
As we got closer to the house, we heard a high-pitched screeching sound coming from the roof. One of the men jumped, clutching his chest. "I don't think I can do this," he said, his voice shaking. "I didn't sign up for this. I didn't know we were going to be on the run from the
