The forest was thick with tension, the air heavy with the scent of sweat, fear, and decay. Bill's moans cut through the silence, his body slumped over Paul's shoulders, his skin pale and slick with sweat, his breath shallow and uneven. His leg was swollen, the flesh around the bite already blackening, the smell of infection thick in the air.
Hailey clutched her father's arm, her face white with worry, her eyes darting between Bill and the path ahead, her lips trembling.
Lisa leaned in, her voice a low whisper in my ear, her breath hot against my skin. "Boss... we also have antivenom in our vehicle."
I nodded, my gaze locked on Paul as he struggled under Bill's weight, his muscles straining, his breath labored. The doctor turned to me, his face desperate, his voice strained.
