Thirty-NineThe hidden sun was falling away over the western horizon as the four men eventually stopped for the day. Doug slumped to the forest floor, reaching into his pack for a drink. He took a swig, his breathing hoarse. “Does this bleeding forest ever end?” he said as the other men sat down. “This is our third day here, with no sign of Katherine, Alicia, or daylight. It's a good job I've got my watch on. At least I can keep track of the time and day.”
“What day is it Dad?” Jake said as he finished another bottle of water. Water that was starting to run dry.
“Thursday. Just after six. Wilf, do you know how much farther we have to go to reach the other side of this place?”
The grizzled man, whose brow was beaded with sweat shook his head. “I'd only be guessing. I'd say at least anothe
