The forest was silent except for the slow rumble of the old jeep crawling through the uneven road. The headlights cut through the darkness, glinting off tree trunks that looked almost like figures in the mist. The tires crunched over fallen leaves and small stones, echoing faintly in the empty night.
Lin Jinju leaned against the window, her breath forming small clouds against the glass. The night air seeped through the cracks in the door, cold and damp, bringing with it the scent of moss and decay. "We're low on gas," Shinju muttered after a while, his eyes scanning the barely visible path ahead. His hands gripped the steering wheel tightly, the faint light catching the deep lines on his knuckles. "We might have to stop for the night here. When it's bright, I'll go look for some abandoned cars and siphon what we can."
