Jacob unfolded the map on a rock, his fingers tracing the location where he had last flown the drone. The campsite had been nestled deep within the forest, in a place he had never ventured before. His stomach tightened. He knew this wasn’t just a story—it was real, urgent. He had to act now.
“Saw something in the forest. Going to investigate. Call the cops if I don’t respond by evening.” His fingers hovered over the send button, a war waging inside him. Was this reckless? Stupid? His gut churned with dread, but he pressed send anyway. Someone needed to know, just in case he didn’t make it back.