Chapter 42

One kilometer into my journey, a strange sight beheld me. The second gunman who was pursuing Brooke was impaled on a huge spike on a tree, possibly the size of a katana. On his right hand was a piece of black cloth. A part of Brooke's clothes. I breathed a sigh of relief, thanking the heaven's that this man was dead and not her.
Moving onward, I heard a faint moaning. What was that? Walking stealthily, I saw Brooke on the ground, her left foot caught by a bear trap, blood dripping from...