Chapter 12 - The Unseen Enemy
I screamed for Ethan at the absolute top of my lungs, snatching my sleeping daughter aggressively from her warm crib.
Ethan burst into the nursery seconds later, holding the heavy, loaded silver handgun he had secretly kept hidden in a biometric safe since our last nightmare.
He saw the silver rattle on the windowsill and let out a guttural, terrifying roar of pure agony and absolute rage.
We had spent two entire years constantly looking over our shoulders, building this completely fake, peaceful life, only to realize we had been carefully watched the entire time.
We absolutely did not hesitate for a single second.
Ethan furiously packed a single duffel bag with thick stacks of emergency cash, highly illegal forged passports, and basic survival supplies.
I dressed a crying, confused Lily in incredibly warm clothes, my hands shaking so violently I could barely fasten her tiny buttons.
We abandoned our beautiful dream home without a single backward glance, slipping quietly through the thick woods behind our property to avoid any potential surveillance cameras on the main road.
As we reached the muddy edge of the dense tree line, a massive, blinding spotlight suddenly tore through the pitch-black darkness.
It illuminated our abandoned house like a terrifying beacon.
Three sleek, unmarked black tactical vans screeched violently to a halt directly on our pristine front lawn.
Dozens of heavily armed mercenaries dressed in completely black tactical gear poured instantly out of the vehicles, violently kicking down our heavy oak front door in mere seconds.
If we had hesitated for even one more minute, we would have been brutally slaughtered in our own bed.
We crouched terrified in the freezing mud, holding our collective breath as the heavily armed men systematically tore our home apart.
I pressed Lily's face tightly against my chest, desperately muffling her soft, frightened whimpers.
Standing calmly by the lead tactical van was the friendly pediatric nurse with the striking blue eyes.
She was no longer wearing her pastel medical scrubs.
She was dressed in a sharp, expensive custom suit, casually holding a highly sophisticated thermal tracking device.
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She looked directly toward the dark woods, offering a cold, terrifyingly familiar Vance smirk.
We were officially being hunted by a massive ghost army, and we had absolutely nowhere safe to run.
