The Nation 04

The air hung heavy with the scent of pine and decay, a discordant symphony that mirrored the Crew's fragile hope. Days of relentless travel had etched exhaustion onto their faces, their movements sluggish, their steps heavy with the weight of their past and the uncertainty of their future. Havenwood State Park, with its towering redwoods and seemingly undisturbed tranquility, had promised respite, a sanctuary from the relentless horrors that stalked their world. The illusion shattered with ...