The rope snapped with a satisfying pop, the sound echoing in the cavernous darkness. Liam's bound hands were free, but the triumph was fleeting. The masked figure whirled around, his eyes burning with homicidal fury. The moonlight glinting off the blade in his hand sent a shiver down Liam's spine. He knew he had stumbled onto something far bigger than a simple kidnapping.
141Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡFVApARmhCh
Adrenaline coursed through him, igniting long-forgotten reflexes. He surged forward, a primal roar escaping his throat. His knee connected with the driver's chin with a sickening crunch, the impact echoing in his own bones. The figure crumpled, but not before the blade grazed Liam's arm, leaving a burning trail.
141Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡPwX6a5clMT
He scrambled to his feet, blood staining his hand, the metallic tang heavy in his mouth. The driver lay still, but Liam knew better than to trust the silence. He snatched the knife, the weight of it alien in his hand, and fled into the night.
141Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡTSStqdgqM2
He sprinted down the deserted road, lungs screaming for air, the rhythm of his pounding heart a frantic drumbeat in his ears. The city lights, distant beacons of hope, grew closer. But something felt wrong. The air crackled with a strange energy, the shadows deeper, denser. His skin prickled, an unseen hand crawling down his spine. He whipped around, heart hammering against his ribs.
141Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡpMEp9nNuVi
Nothing. Just the empty road bathed in the eerie moonlight. Yet, the feeling persisted, a cold dread gnawing at his gut. He turned back, and his breath hitched.
141Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡIIg7UnYt6T
The driver stood there, a chilling smile etched on his face, the knife clutched in his hand. He moved with impossible speed, a blur of darkness closing the gap between them. Liam raised the stolen blade, a desperate parry against the inevitable.
141Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡPpOeUdki2U
But the world shifted. The road beneath him dissolved, replaced by a swirling vortex of orange and purple. The driver vanished, his chilling grin a fading memory. Liam was falling, tumbling through the void, the stolen knife clattering away. The city lights, once his hope, now mocked him from above, receding into the swirling fog.
141Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡRG7wjV5JA7
He tasted dust and fear, the wind whipping at his face. He had no sense of up or down, the world a kaleidoscope of colors and sounds. Was he falling, or flying? Where was he going? What awaited him in this strange new reality?
141Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ1PIFAsbO6G
He landed with a bone-jarring thud, the impact knocking the wind out of him. He lay there, dazed and disoriented, the orange sky swirling above. The air thrummed with an alien energy, unlike anything he'd ever felt. He pushed himself up, wincing at the throbbing pain in his leg, and took in his surroundings.
141Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡVmgWNQLlxE
He was in a vast, desolate wasteland, the ground cracked and barren, stretching towards the horizon under the ever-present orange sky. Twisted, skeletal trees clawed at the sky, their branches reaching out like gnarled fingers. In the distance, a towering structure, black and obsidian-like, pierced the swirling clouds.
141Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ5TQXpBAh7c
Panic clawed at his throat. He was no longer in Kansas, or even Virginia. He was lost, alone, on an alien world with no answers and a growing sense of dread. But Liam, ever the survivor, knew he had to move. He had to find out what had happened, where he was, and how to get back.
141Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡPG9logQTlX
He took a tentative step forward, the ground crunching under his boots. The air hummed with unseen dangers, and the black structure loomed closer, a beacon of mystery and potential peril. Liam gripped the stolen knife tighter, his heart pounding a frantic rhythm. He might be lost, but he wasn't giving up. He would find his way back, or die trying.
ns3.138.174.90da2
