Zane clutches the device in his sweaty palm as he walks through the forest leading the way. His eyes glance occasionally on the floor to avoid stepping on sticks. His heart steadily pounds with a residue of fear on his breath. He is entering enemy territory and he has to be on guard.
Astrid is behind him, watching for any sneak attacks. The antenna attached to the device tilts to the left and he moves toward the direction, following it like a compass. His breath escapes heavily through his tightly knitted teeth, he seals his lips tightly to reduce the noise.
His skin litters with goosebumps and his fingers are cold while his eyes whip to the sides whenever a tree ruffles from the wind. He switches hands when his left hand shivers in slight fear. No, he has to be brave, he needs to be.
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