18. We Need a Trail of Breadcrumbs
Ben
Mina yanked her foot from the tangle of the hanging Splinter’s body, pulling a stun g*n from her bag and ramming it into the creature’s screaming mouth in one smooth motion. It shuddered and jerked as it fell from the tree in a trembling mess. I ducked down quickly, helping Mina to her feet before bolting.
We made a break for the depths of the forest, bolting into the pitch-blackness of the trees and hoping for the best. It wasn’t easy. Even fifty feet away from the nearest yard, it was so dark that you could barely see your hands in front of your face, let alone the redwood trees the forest was thick with. I kept bouncing off of trees, stumbling over heavy roots, being goaded on by Mina as she kept tugging at my arm. How she managed at night with
