They walked through the undergrowth. Every step felt heavy. Clara stumbled several times, but Ethan was always quick to steady her.
"Are you sure we can run from them?" Clara asked.
"They're the ones who will run from me," Ethan replied flatly.
After walking for about an hour, they found a small cave. Ethan scanned the surrounding area, ensuring there were no threats.
"We'll spend the night here," Ethan said. He quickly built a small fire, using rocks and dry wood. The light from the fire warmed their bodies slightly.
Clara sat beside the fire, staring at Ethan. "I... I don't know how you can do that."
"It's instinct," Ethan replied.
"It's not just that. You're so calm. As if you're used to this," Clara said.
Ethan stared at the fire. "I am used to it."
Silence enveloped them. The
