Temporary Shelter
The group trudged through the forest, exhaustion weighing heavily on them. When they finally reached the motel, it was as decrepit as Derek had imagined—broken windows, peeling paint, and an eerie silence. “This will have to do for now,” he said, pushing open a creaking door. Inside, they found a room that, while dirty, offered some semblance of shelter. Derek placed the case on the bed, his mind racing with their next steps.
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