The jungle swallowed them whole. Darkness stretched endlessly in every direction, a suffocating, inescapable abyss.
The dense canopy overhead blocked out the moonlight, leaving them with nothing but their frantic breaths and the rustling of unseen creatures.
The air was thick, damp, suffused with the scent of rotting vegetation and the metallic tang of blood.
Athena pushed forward, her body moving on instinct. Her grip on Marco tightened as he stumbled, barely conscious.
Lisa was right behind her, whispering words of encouragement to Darren, who clutched his bleeding arm. They had made it out of the cannibal village, but at what cost?
Screams still echoed in Athena's mind. Not everyone had escaped. Some had been too weak to move, their fever-ridden bodies unable to keep up.
Others had been captured the moment the tribe noticed their escape, dragged back into the firelit horror. And then there were those who had been shot. Athena had seen it happen.
