Trudged Through The Fallen Leaves
The group trudged through the fallen leaves and dry underbrush, their footsteps heavy with weariness. “Do you see anything?” one of the men inquired, his fatigue palpable from the arduous journey. Fear hung heavy in the air, gripping them all.
“Can you believe we’re trekking through the woods in evening dresses and stilettos?” the blonde bridesmaid chuckled anxiously, attempting to lighten the tense atmosphere.
They were all out of their element, venturing further into unfamiliar territory. Each step forward echoed with uncertainty, the crunch of dead leaves beneath their apprehensive feet punctuating their collective unease.