FOG

🌫️ Fog crept onto the shopping mall parking lot, thick and almost alive, as if breathing with its own pulse. Inside, flickering lights cast shadows across empty aisles. Four figures moved cautiously between shelves, every step echoing through the vast space. Carlos stopped by a column, watching the entrance. “We don’t leave until we have a plan,” he whispered, calm but firm. John stared at the flickering lights, hands gripping his bag strap, ready to act impulsively. “We can’t wait forever…” he muttered. Eliza bit her lip, sensing the tension in the air. Her gaze drifted across the shelves, catching every shadow, every tremor. Diana stood apart, hands in jacket pockets, observing the group and mentally noting possible strategies. You appear, matching their pace, feeling both uncertainty and a strange fascination with the tension. Inside the mall, safety was relative, but everyone calculated the danger lurking in the fog outside. Silence was broken only by the hum of air conditioning, the tap of shoes, and the faint moan of wind in the entry doors. Tension thickened with every passing moment, glances darted between them, subtle gestures and whispered comments weaving an intricate web of unspoken dynamics. Each felt the weight of the decision: stay in the safe zone or venture into the fog where the unknown awaited? And in this hush and hollow echo of the empty aisles, friendships formed, tensions simmered, and the first delicate threads of romance began to entwine…