The sound of his own heart thumping against his rib cage, kept him alert, following his path with the worst expectation. He was ready to kill, and in the most brutal manner that existed.

Their scent grew closer, and he realised with half relief that they were both alive. Perhaps Larson had just made the best choice of his life.

Yet he increased his pace, hoping that he reached them as soon as possible. And when he later became in proximity with them, that is close enough to sight then walking hand in hand like actual siblings catching up with each other, made him stop in his tracks, eyebrows knitted...