"We should have stayed on the main road," Jane panted, wiping sweat from her forehead. "The village was supposed to be three miles back."
"The shortcut looked fine on the map," Cathy replied, though her voice lacked conviction. The road here was little more than a cracked ribbon of asphalt hemmed in by dense, silent woods. And Soon the Darkness
"It’s a puncture," Jane whispered, her eyes darting to the shadows. "Cathy, I don’t like this." "It’s okay. We’ll just walk." "We should have stayed on the main road,"
The sun was a bruised orange, hanging low over the French countryside. Cathy and Jane had been cycling for six hours, their legs burning, the map flapping uselessly against Cathy’s handlebars. " Jane panted