Chapter 507
The fog in the rainforest grew thicker, obscuring their view. It felt as if there were paths everywhere and nowhere simultaneously.
Dexter held Myra’s hand tightly as they wandered in circles, only to realize they were utterly lost. He broke out in a cold sweat. In a place like this, getting lost was akin to a death sentence.
Myra panicked when she realized the severity of their situation. “We need to go back. What if there are wild animals here?
Dexter led her back the way they came. They ran, drenched in sweat, only to stop in front of a tree with a familiar scratch mark
“Darling, we’ve been here before!” Myra exclaimed.
Dexter saw it too and felt Myra trembling. He tried to reassure her, “I must’ve remembered the direction wrong earlier. Let’s try another way.”
But no matter which direction they chose, all they encountered was thick fog. The eerie silence pressed down on them.
Myra tried shouting for help, but there was no response.
They were completely separated from the group. Worse still, they had no food, no water, and only a small knife Dexter had hidden earlier when opening a can, thinking it might come in handy for self–defense.
Dexter blamed himself. “I’m sorry, darling. This is all my fault. I should’ve kept you close and followed the Carrell family.”
Myra shook her head. “Everyone was running for their lives back then. Even if we had stayed close, we would have still gotten separated in this fog.
She forced a smile. “Don’t worry. Maybe they’ll send someone to look for us.
“And Kayla is with Pete. She’ll definitely come back for us when she realizes we’re missing!” [
Though Myra tried to smile, it was clear she was grasping at straws.
my out or someone
Dexter patted her back. “Let’s find shelter for now. It’s not safe here. We have to save ourselves until we either find a way “Alright.” Myra nodded.
The couple trudged forward.
Dexter used the small knife to carve t
two marks on tree trunks along the way, leaving a trail behind them.
What they didn’t notice was a black mass silently crawling closer to them from the ground, moving with alarming speed.
Meanwhile, Felicia, Stanley, and the others had been trekking through the rainforest for three hours. Along the way, they spotted cigarette butts, food wrappers, and other trash littering the ground.
Stable wiped the sweat from his brows and studied the footprints on the ground. “Based on the tracks, we’re on the right path. The Carrell family and those mercenaries definitely passed through here. But… Mr. Russell didn’t.”
“How do you know?” Felicia asked
Stanley grinned and pointed to the footprints. “You can tell by the tread marks. The gear Mr. Russell took is identical to ours. I’ve been watching, and I haven’t seen any of our own prints here.”
Felicia glanced back and realized he was right. The shoe prints left by Stanley’s team were uniform, except for her own.
Another subordinate chimed in, “So, are we on the wrong track? If Mr. Russell hasn’t been here, should we keep going forward or try another path?”
None of the subordinates who had entered the rainforest with Stephan could be reached. The one who had escaped to deliver the message was gravely injured and currently in the hospital, unconscious and in critical condition.
As a result, no one knew which path Stephan had taken or where he was last seen.
