The Predator

Red.

It was the only thing I saw as I tore through the streets, as if the entire world had turned red. The steering wheel groaned under my grip, but I didn’t ease up. The car screamed against the accelerator, horns blaring around me like distant echoes of a world I no longer belonged to.

Because I didn’t.

I belonged to the fire burning inside me. The fire screaming one thing: Save her. Or die trying.

Kyle’s voice crackled through the microphone, sharp but tense. “You’re close. Gravel road up ahead. Stay on it for ten minutes.”

“That’s not fast enough,” I barked, swerving onto the gravel road...