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𝘼 𝙨𝙪𝙙𝙙𝙚𝙣 loud crack whips through the air as Blake and the others flinch once more. A sudden bolt of lightning flashes to the ground, instantly making the small girl's heart thud against her chest.

"Let's go. We gotta go." Thomas' voice shakes as he bends down to grab his gear. The others mirror the boy, all leaning down to grab their packs as another crash of thunder whips through the air.

Blake shakes her head and finally grabs her pack as a hand wraps around her upper arm to pull her into a run.

Between the pants and the thunder getting closer, Blake turns back to look at the lightning trailing behind them, striking in their footsteps. Blake's eyes widen as she whips her head back in front of her, kicking her legs faster.

Another crack whipping through the air makes the teenagers flinch and duck their heads from the bolt of sizzling electricity hitting to their right. "Keep moving! Come on!" Thomas shouts over the continuous loud booms.

"We're getting closer!" Minho shouts as he once again latches his hand onto Blake's arm, keeping her at his pace.

The sky flashes a mixture of neon blue and white as the lightning flickers in every direction around the sprinting teens—keeping their adrenaline high and hearts pattering against their chests.

"Keep going!" Thomas shouts as the teens let out a mixture of grunts and pants, pumping their legs to sprint faster.

The group splits into three separate groups as they approach an abandoned vehicle—all shouting and flinching back as one of the lightning bolts strikes the vehicle. Sparks fly as the electric current meets the rusted metal, causing another crack to whip through the air.

"Get inside! Go!" Thomas yells

Blake and Minho both follow behind Thomas, pushing themselves to sprint faster. The boy latched onto Blake's arm and let his grip loosen as he looked above and around him—mesmerized by the deadly storm.