"Now, I did think of every possibility but, just how big is this base? Or is it actually that small?! Ugh…"
It got to a point where he couldn't even tell if he was still standing in the same place he had carefully mapped out in his head.
Knowing Myles, there was no doubt he'd set up some kind of insane mechanism.
There wasn't even a trace of a man-made trail... nothing. Which meant this place probably hadn't been visited by bikers, campers, or anyone, really.
Bending down slightly, he let out a long, tired sigh.
"Seriously… ouch…"
Up until now, he'd convinced himself he could ignore it, but the thorn had done its job on Blake's ankle.
Dried blood crusted around the wound, and on top of that, a creeping worry settled in… worms, insects, anything that could've found its way in.
Well, it's not like he'd ever lived in the countryside in his past life, so his irrational fear was somewhat justified.
Zing…
Ziiinggg…
Ziiiiiiinggg…
It was a faint noise, barely hearable, in fact.
