Kapitel 67: It's Time

I moved deeper into the forest with caution, blending into the shadows with my camouflage.

The first hour passed without incident; the forest remained eerily quiet, save for the occasional rustle of leaves underfoot.

I walked by two Mafia members who were smoking cigars and seemed relaxed. 

But as the second hour went on, I noticed that a group of clowns I saw were tense. They were talking quietly on their phones and checking their surroundings more carefully.

As the final hour approached, the forest seemed to come alive. Larger groups of Clowns roamed the pathways, making it harder for me to avoid detection.

The last hour quickly changed to two and yet I still haven't reached the border.

As I heard the footsteps get closer, I quickly dropped to my knees and then flattened myself against the forest floor next to a big tree.