Is that the sound of… footsteps?
It appears I wasn't the only one who felt uneasy all of a sudden—Euphie had her AK-47 rifle raised and ready to fire at the first sign of danger. "What's going on, Forrest?" she whispered to me, her eyes darting around in search of the source of those footsteps.
"I'm not sure," I said, my face scrunching into a frown.
Then, there it was again—the sound of heavy, thudding footfalls, echoing ever closer.
Why are there people here? I threw Jack a quizzical glance.
Aren't these the Inferno Tribe's usual hunting grounds? During one of our brief discussions before we set off for the Perilous Peaks, an elder had mentioned that aside from the ferocious beast, we were relatively safe here. It was understood by the other tribes that this ground belonged to the
