Stella Lockheed
As Lucas's booming yell tore through the air, a surge of pure panic gripped me, making my chest tighten and my breath catch in my throat. Without any hesitation, my legs kicked into gear, propelling me forward in a desperate attempt to outrun the suffocating darkness that threatened to eat us like we were dinner. Each step pounded against the dark surface beneath me, and the world around us seemed to warp and shift in a disorienting haze.
The darkness was more than just absence of light; it felt like a living entity, something malevolent and hungry. It clawed at my senses, disorienting me as if I was stumbling through a thick, heavy fog that clung to my skin and twisted my perception. Every step I took was a leap of faith, my heart pounding in my chest as I struggled to m
