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The dense forest pressed in around them.
a suffocating embrace of gnarled branches and whispering leaves.
Each gust of wind, icy and laden with rain, seemed to carry the chilling moans of the infected.
The relentless downpour soaked through their meager clothing, turning their journey into a desperate race against the elements and the relentless horde.
Sarah, her body weary from the endless forest terrain, stumbled, her hand instinctively clutching her swollen belly.
The weight of their unborn child, a fragile hope in this desolate world, pressed against her.
John, his face etched with worry and determination, held her wrist tightly, his knuckles white.
The flickering torch in his hand cast dancing shadows on the rain-slicked path, offering a fleeting glimpse of the treacherous terrain ahead.
A sliver of light, a beacon of hope, pierced the darkness just beyond the forest's edge.
Their pace quickened, fueled by a desperate yearning for safety.
Sarah's foot caught on a gnarled root, sending her sprawling. John reacted instantly, his strong arm catching her before she could fall.
The sound of their struggle, amplified by the echoing silence of the forest, seemed to stir the lurking danger.
A guttural growl, a chilling rasp, broke the tense silence. A figure, twisted and grotesque, emerged from the shadows.
Its vacant eyes, devoid of life, fixated on them with a hunger that chilled the blood. John's hand instinctively gripped the rifle slung across his back.
He aimed, the familiar weight of the weapon a comforting presence in this nightmare.
The deafening roar of the gunshot shattered the night, sending a shockwave of fear through the forest.
The infected, alerted to their presence, surged forward, their moans turning into a cacophony of rage. John, his heart pounding in his chest, scooped Sarah into his arms.
He sprinted towards the light, his every muscle screaming in protest.
He prayed, a desperate plea for salvation, that the light held a promise of sanctuary, a reprieve from the horrors that pursued them.
As they emerged from the forest's oppressive embrace, a small, weathered cabin stood before them, a beacon of hope in the storm-wracked night.
Relief washed over them, a wave of gratitude that momentarily eclipsed the fear that still clung to them.
The cabin door hung open, a silent invitation.
Without a second thought, they stepped inside, seeking refuge from the relentless pursuit.
John gently lowered Sarah onto a sturdy wooden chair, her trembling form a stark reminder of the ordeal they had endured.
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⚔️☠️ Whispers In The Grave ☠️⚔️
Romance(🥀) "Ugh, go away Kai!" "Sup, Zoeyy~!" ~ ☠️~ ~~~ 🥀 Zoey, along with her loyal band of friends, embarked on a perilous journey, their hearts heavy with the weight of finding a cure for the infec...
