Camila gripped Forrest's arm tightly, murmuring, "Those shots, they sounded close. Is Isaac okay?"

Forrest gave her hand a reassuring squeeze. "He'll be fine. We're close enough to find him."

Despite his comforting words, Camila couldn't shake her growing unease.

Gunshots had shattered the silence moments ago.

But now, an eerie quiet hung in the air.

No signs of life, just an unsettling stillness that enveloped them.

Willie rose, scanning the surroundings with a sharp gaze.

ALL that surrounded them were trees and tall grass.

The grass here was thick, making it perfect for hiding.

Crouching low in the grass, they were practically invisible.

In such a vast area, finding Isaac seemed like searching for a needle in a haystack.

This approach to finding Isaac didn't seem practical.

"I'll go alone. Stay back and wait for my signal," Willie proposed.

“I'll go instead. You stick with Mila," Forrest said.

"No time to argue. Let's focus on finding Isaac," Willie insisted. He was ready determined to make everything right at this point.

“Alright, stay safe," Forrest said. He gave Willie's shoulder a reassuring pat before leading Camila away.

“Here, take this," Camila said, pausing to hand Willie something.

Willie looked down and saw a scalpel in Camila's outstretched hand.

Camila kept it handy for protection.

“If you're giving me one, what about you?" Willie asked.