Chapter: 1980

A muddy path should have led away from the warehouse, but years of neglect had rendered it indistinguishable.

Glancing back at the warehouse, Rachel stepped back, taking in its desolate expanse. It was probably once a rest stop for mountain guards, who used to come up here to cut firewood. Now, it was a forgotten relic of the past.

Amidst the towering trees, direction eluded her. The dense canopy shrouded any path.

"Ahem!" Another bout of coughing wracked Rachel's body, the metallic tang of blood lingering in her throat.

She closed her eyes and focused, searching for a plan.