Friday: The Storm Returns
Just as they were settling into the quiet, a gust of wind kicked up, rustling the trees around them. The air shifted, cooling rapidly, and within minutes, the peaceful atmosphere turned tense.
“I don’t like this,” Roman muttered, his eyes scanning the sky.
The clouds overhead darkened, swirling ominously, and the calm cenote waters began to churn.
“I think we should go,” Ivy Mae said, her voice tight with urgency. “We can’t afford to get caught out here again.”
But before they could gather their things, a distant rumble echoed across the sky. Then, the ground beneath them began to tremble again, and the familiar sense of dread returned.
The peaceful oasis had just turned into a ticking clock. The calm was gone, and they had to leave—again.
As they packed up quickly, the wind picked up, and the sky above them turned black.