The wind rushed to his skin, cutting with every leaped and step that he’d make. Branches and bushes broke as he passed by, not caring for tracks that were left in their wake.
“Maynard, will you slow down? It’s not like we can do anything about it,” Trisha called out, trying to chase after him.
“I need to see it for myself!” He could not stop moving, not for a second.
He could not help but think of the possibilities that could have caused all of that, what it meant and what it shall cause.
“Calm down, there’s no point in getting worked up over this.” Beatrice had now also caught up with them and she had the same thought as the other woman.
But he could not relax, not until he gets a proper answer. His heart beat slowed down a bit when they reached the clearing. Then his mind overthinke
