JANAYAH
Samantha’s scream ripped through the trees—sharp, shaking, terrified.
I wanted to react.
I wanted to lift my head, tell her I was fine… or at least alive.
But I couldn’t move.
Not a finger.
Not a breath beyond shallow, shaky ones.
Then the world erupted.
Footsteps thundered toward us—multiple, fast, frantic. Voices overlapped, panicked shadows closing...