The Brave
240 Words
The knocking hadn’t stopped. It echoed through the stillness, steady, deliberate, a presence pressing against their minds like an unseen weight. Each rap against the car sent a fresh wave of terror through Alex’s chest. His breath came in shallow gasps, the fog curling through the cracked windows, damp and suffocating.
Chris clenched his fists. “We can’t just sit here.” His voice wavered, but his determination didn’t.
Daniel grabbed his arm. “Chris, don’t.”
But Chris had already made up his mind. With one final glance at them, he wrenched the door open and stepped into the abyss. The fog swallowed him whole.
The silence that followed was unbearable. Alex strained to hear anything—footsteps, breathing, even the sound of Chris calling back—but there was nothing. Only the oppressive quiet and the slow, creeping realization that they were alone.
Seconds stretched into minutes. The air grew heavier. The fog seeped in, thick and unnatural, curling around their limbs like unseen fingers.
“Chris?” Daniel whispered.
No answer.
A strange dizziness washed over Alex. His eyelids fluttered, his body leaden, sinking into the seat. His heartbeat pounded in his ears, slower now, fading.
Daniel slumped beside him, struggling to stay upright. “Something’s… wrong…” His voice trailed off.
The world blurred, darkening at the edges. As Alex’s consciousness slipped away, the last thing he heard was the knocking—still there, still waiting
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