Through the Thicket
Landon barreled through the underbrush, his breath ragged as unseen threats loomed behind him. Branches lashed at his skin, the ground shifting treacherously beneath his feet, but he refused to slow down. The once-familiar forest had become an unrelenting maze, its paths twisting into a disorienting labyrinth. Every second felt stretched thin, each heartbeat a drumbeat of urgency. He wasn’t just running—he was fleeing from something unseen, something he dared not stop to face.
Through The Thicket
Breath of Relief
Landon stumbled onto his porch, his chest heaving as the weight of his escape settled over him. The familiar sight of his home brought a fleeting sense of security, yet the unease from the forest still clung to him like a shadow. The contrast between the warm glow of his sanctuary and the cold, menacing unknown he had fled only fueled his determination. Whatever secrets lay buried in that truck graveyard, they weren’t meant to be found—but that only made him more certain. He wasn’t done yet.
Breath Of Relief
