The jungle was shrouded in mist at night. A small path was visible at first, but the deeper she went, the denser the branches grew.
Chloe Reed moved slowly, afraid a stray branch jutting out of the darkness might kill her.
She was unfamiliar with this place, forcing her to feel her way forward.
The constant chirping of insects and calls of night birds filled her ears. There might also be venomous snakes and other reptiles.
This jungle was very dangerous.
But she didn’t dare stop.
She didn’t know if anyone was chasing her, but she had to find a place that looked safe to hide.
She had to take her chances.
The feeling of being watched followed her like a shadow; she could sense it clearly, even in the darkness of the jungle.
Heavy, ragged breaths escaped her, and her face was covered in sweat.
Finally, she stopped in a small clearing and sat down on a large rock.
She had water and compressed biscuits in her backpack.
’If I can take out whoever is following me, then I can leave.’
These supplies should be enough to last her a few days.
That was, assuming she wasn’t killed first.
She took a sip of water and tilted her head back, hoping to see the night sky, but all she could see was a sky blotted out by the dense canopy.
Only through narrow gaps in the leaves could she glimpse a tiny patch of the starry sky and the faint twinkle of stars.
Right then, Chloe Reed was scared to death.
’But how can I let so many people lose their lives just for me?’
Although she was terrified of dying, she would feel even worse seeing others get hurt—or killed—because of her.
The image of Walker Grant’s pale, sickly face appeared in her mind, and she remembered all the times he had found himself in danger.


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