She helped Betty, Layla, Fay, and Wade, while Richard and Quinn supported each other. Among them, Fay, Betty, Richard, and Quinn showed remarkable mental strength, packing quickly even without much assistance.
Lana exhaled shakily, then frowned at Layla and Wade. They looked sluggish, eyes heavy, bodies swaying.
'They can't fall asleep.'
"Keep hurting yourselves if you have to," Lana ordered harshly. "Do whatever it takes."
Her words sounded almost maniacal, but they worked.
Soon, all of them stood outside the farmhouse, the structure looming behind them like a silent predator. Lana turned to face them, her expression grim.
"We leave now," she said. "I don't care about time paradoxes anymore. If we stay… we die."
As they hurried down the narrow road, their footsteps crunching softly against gravel damp with night dew, the silhouette of a bus slowly emerged from the darkness.
Its headlights were dim, casting long, distorted shadows that stretched across the ground.
