The Final Hour

Out of nowhere, the rain stopped, and the wind suddenly changed direction.

The real escape was on.

Everyone went all out, sprinting through the night without a single break.

Wild animals swarmed all around them, trapping the group in the middle.

By the time the sun came up, they'd been on the run for a full twenty-four hours.

But the roar of the flames was closing in fast. The sky behind them turn