Collapse into Slumber

Owl Creek- Outskirts of Sheridan, Wyoming

Exhaustion weighed heavily on Finlay as he followed Lydia's lead towards the large opening that led into the creek's overflow control tunnel. The physical and mental strain of their escape, coupled with the hypothermia, had taken its toll on him. He was grateful for the prospect of rest, even if it was only for a short while.

With a slow nod, Finlay acknowledged Lydia's suggestion. He lowered himself gently to the ground, his body aching from the ordeal. He watched as Lydia took up a vigilant position, ready to keep watch for any potential threats.

As Finlay settled into the makeshift resting place, he couldn't help but feel a sense of vulnerability. How well did he know this mysterious girl? Not much at all was the unsettling answer in his mind.

With a deep breath, Finlay allowed himself to close his eyes. There wasn’t much he could do right now.