Searching For Help
Her heart pounding in her chest, Marissa remembered seeing a knife earlier when going through the belongings. A weapon might give her some advantage, or at least a feeling of security. Swiftly, but with quiet precision, she went back into the tent, digging past the maps and clothes. After what felt like an eternity, her fingers brushed against the cold, ridged handle. Clutching the knife firmly, she braced herself for the challenge ahead.