Chapter 68. In the Woods with Her

Shirley started panicking as the car halted.

Punctured tires. No gun. No grenade. No fucking weapon. Petrified Shirley. In the middle of nowhere. Mind-blocked. I'm fucked.

Thanks a bunch, luck.

It was all my fault, though.

Shirley started chanting prayers, grabbing my attention. Her eyes were tightly closed, and she was murmuring something. Her fear-stricken face urged me to comfort her.

I rested my hand on top of her trembling ones and squeezed it to assure her. She looked up to me with terror evident in her beautiful ocean blue eyes.

"It's going to be alright," I told her softly.

Her voice wavered as she talked, "W—what are we going to do?" We were in the middle of nothing but big trees.

I couldn't think of anything but avoiding confrontation. "We will make a run for it," I instructed.

She didn't seem to understand what I meant at first. My eyes snapped at the side mirror and saw the people inside t