The cabin was a battlefield, echoes of chaos resonating through the walls as Sello fought against the invaders. Ntsiki struggled to keep Thabiso on his feet, feeling the weight of his body pressing against her. With each step they took, the world felt heavy, but she couldn’t give up. Not now.“Keep moving!” Sello shouted, his voice filled with urgency. He blocked another attacker’s blow, using the fireplace poker like a sword. The man staggered back, and Sello seized the moment to push forward. “Get to the back door! I’ll hold them off!”“Are you crazy?!” Ntsiki yelled, her heart racing. She couldn’t leave him behind, but she also couldn’t let Thabiso suffer any longer. “Just go!” Sello snapped, glancing back for just a moment. “I’ll be right behind you!” Ntsiki hesitated, torn between the man she loved and her best friend. But there was no time. With a deep breath, she steered Thabiso toward the back of the cabin. “Come on, Thabiso,” she urged, adrenaline pumping through her veins.
The crack in the ice widened, a jagged line threatening to swallow them whole. Ntsiki’s heart raced as she stood frozen, fear coursing through her veins. Sello’s eyes darted from the fissure beneath them to the shadowy figures emerging from the trees. They were coming, and fast.“Move!” Sello shouted, his voice cutting through the chaos. He took a step forward, testing the ice, then gestured urgently for Ntsiki to follow. Without thinking, Ntsiki pushed herself into motion. She could hear the ice creaking ominously beneath her, but she couldn’t afford to think about it. They had to reach the other side. Thabiso was counting on them.With every step, she felt the ground shift, the ice trembling beneath their weight. Sello kept a steady pace, carrying Thabiso as if he were weightless, determination etched on his face. “Keep going!” Sello urged, his eyes fixed on the approaching figures. “We can’t let them catch us!”Ntsiki’s lungs burned as she pushed forward, praying the ice would hold
The storm raged outside, but inside the petrol station, time seemed to stand still. The air was thick with the scent of blood, sweat, and fear. Ntsiki knelt beside Thabiso, her hands pressed tightly against his wound, her mind racing. She could feel his life slipping away beneath her fingertips, and the reality of the situation was crashing down around her.Thabiso’s breaths were shallow, his eyes fluttering as he struggled to stay conscious. "Ntsiki…" he murmured, his voice weak, barely a whisper. "I don’t want to die… not like this.""You’re not going to die," Ntsiki insisted, though her voice trembled. She didn’t know if she was trying to convince him or herself. "We’ll find a way. Just hang on, okay?" Sello stood a few feet away, watching them with a grim expression. His face was streaked with blood, his eyes dark and unreadable. "We don’t have time for this. We need to move before they send more people after us."Ntsiki’s head snapped up, fury flashing in her eyes. "He’s dying,
The wind howled even louder, as though nature itself had sensed the looming danger. Ntsiki’s heart raced, her breath quick and shallow as she stood between Thabiso and Sello. The rumble outside, once distant, was now an ominous growl, cutting through the storm. It was clear whoever was out there, they were coming for Sello, and by extension, for all of them.Thabiso clenched his fists, his eyes darting from Sello to the door, his face twisted with anger and frustration. "You’ve dragged us into this mess. We wouldn’t be in danger if it weren’t for you!" Sello’s eyes narrowed, his grip tightening on the knife. "I didn’t ask to be hunted, Thabiso. But now that we’re here, we either fight, or we die."Ntsiki stepped forward, her voice trembling but resolute. "Enough! We don’t have time to argue. We need a plan."Sello scanned the room, calculating. "The storm’s our best cover. If they come inside, they’ll assume we’re caught off guard. We need to be ready to take them down quickly." Ntsi
The wind howled like a beast outside, clawing at the walls of the petrol station as though it wanted to tear the place apart. Inside, the tension was thick enough to taste. Ntsiki stood by the door, staring at the spot where Sello had disappeared into the snowstorm. He’d been gone for over fifteen minutes, and her nerves were fraying.Thabiso was pacing again, his steps heavy with barely-contained anger. “He’s playing us, Ntsiki. What kind of man walks out into a storm like that and just vanishes? I’m telling you, something is seriously wrong with him.” Ntsiki’s heart was pounding. She didn’t want to admit it, but Thabiso was right. Sello’s behaviour didn’t make any sense. And the longer he stayed outside, the more it felt like they were walking into a trap. “I know,” she murmured, her breath visible in the cold air of the powerless petrol station. “But we can’t just leave him out there. If he freezes, we’ll be the ones responsible.”Thabiso shot her a look, his frustration boiling ov
The temperature inside the petrol station plummeted as the power outage continued, turning the small room into a cold, lifeless shell. Ntsiki could see her breath in front of her as she huddled close to the counter, trying to keep warm. Outside, the wind howled louder than ever, and the storm showed no sign of letting up. The snow piled high against the windows, threatening to block their view completely.Thabiso paced near the window, his hands balled into fists, his breath heavy with frustration. He kept glancing at Sello, who sat at one of the small tables, a shadowy figure under the dim light of a battery-powered lantern the attendant had finally found. Sello’s calm was unnerving. He acted like the freezing conditions didn’t bother him at all.“Any luck with your phone?” Ntsiki asked Thabiso quietly, though she already knew the answer.He shook his head. “No signal. We’re cut off.”Ntsiki exhaled slowly. The reality of their situation was settling in: they were trapped, with no w
The petrol station's fluorescent lights buzzed quietly overhead as Ntsiki and Thabiso stood near the coffee machine, pretending to warm their hands while keeping a careful eye on Sello. The small station felt like a trap the oppressive weight of the storm outside pressing against the glass windows, the walls seeming to close in around them.Sello browsed the shelves with a casual air, but Ntsiki was not fooled. There was something about his movements that felt rehearsed, as if he was playing a role, masking whatever lay beneath. She exchanged a glance with Thabiso, whose jaw was clenched in barely suppressed tension. “He’s not just some stranded driver,” Thabiso whispered, his voice low and urgent. “I don’t know what it is, but something’s off about him.”Ntsiki nodded, her eyes following Sello as he moved toward the front counter. “We need to be smart about this. Do not provoke him. We’re stuck here until the storm passes, but we can’t let our guard down.” Thabiso’s eyes darkened wi
Ntsiki’s hands clenched the steering wheel, her breath held as the figure approached through the swirling snow. The storm was unforgiving, the gusts of wind howling like unseen beasts, whipping through the night to an unusual extent. The car windows fogged up as she tried to peer into the darkness, catching only faint glimpses of the man moving toward them.Thabiso leaned forward, tension crackling between them as they exchanged worried glances. His voice was low, barely audible over the storm. “This feels wrong, Ntsiki. Something’s off.”“I know,” she murmured, her throat tight. Her gut twisted with an instinctual warning, but there was nowhere to go. The road was barely passable, and the snow was coming down too fast. Turning back was not an option.The man stopped just outside the driver’s window, knocking with a gloved hand. A hood obscured his face and a thick scarf wrapped around his lower face. All Ntsiki could make out were his piercing eyes cold, hard, and watching them with
The sun had long begun its slow descent behind the Drakensberg Mountains, casting an orange glow over the snow-draped peaks. Ntsiki Dlamini gripped the steering wheel tighter as she navigated the winding N3 highway. Her eyes darted nervously to the radio, where a crackling voice was giving an urgent weather update.“Travellers on the N3 be advised. A major snowstorm is expected to hit within the next two hours. Extreme caution is advised. Stay off the road if possible,” Said the reporter. Ntsiki exhaled sharply, her breath fogging the wind shield as the temperature continued to plummet. “Why did I even come this way?” She thought, shaking her head. She had a perfectly reasonable alternative and she could have stayed the night in Durban after the conference, but her stubbornness pushed her forward. She did not want to waste another moment away from home. Being on the road felt like a necessary escape. An escape from memories, regrets, and from the betrayal that still haunted her like a