CHAPTER 64 SAFEHOUSE.

Deeper into the darkness they ventured, with only the faint light of the moon and stars to guide them. The silence was deafening, and the shadows seemed to shift and dance as they made their way forward, hand in hand. Suddenly, a sound echoed in the distance, a sound that sent a chill down their spines. It was like a low, rhythmic chant, almost like a song of some ancient tribe. As they listened, the sound grew louder, and they could make out the faint glow of torches in the distance. They had stumbled upon something, but what, they could not yet tell. Rats. Hundreds of them. Scuttling, scampering, their tiny claws scratching against the rock, echoing through the darkness. Michael and Madison watched in horror as the tide of rodents advanced towards them, their red eyes glinting in the shadows. It was like a river of fur, a mass of writhing bodies, hungering for flesh. The duo held their breath, their hearts racing as the rodents seemed to pause, sniffing the air, sensing their pre