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[SEASON FINALE] CHAPTER 47 - End of the Line

Y/N tried to sit up, her wrist throbbing as pain flared through her body. Her heart still raced from the close call. Her hand instinctively pressed against her side, but Logan's eyes were already on her, filled with concern. Before either of them could speak, the jeep jerked again, and the sudden force sent both Y/N and Logan slamming into the side, the cold, unforgiving metal biting into her skin as she braced herself. A sharp gasp escaped her lips, the air stolen from her lungs.

The engine roared as Ashlyn swerved to avoid a massive boulder that seemed to materialize out of nowhere, but the rough terrain only made the situation worse. The jeep bounced violently, sending them all ricocheting in their seats. "These freaking rocks and roots!" Ashlyn cursed through gritted teeth, her voice strained with frustration as they were forced to fight the unforgiving path beneath them.

The phantom's relentless pursuit echoed through the jeep's chassis, each jolt mirroring the frantic rhythm of Y/N's pounding heart. Her breaths came in shallow bursts, chest tightening as fear clawed at her with every passing second. The creature was closing in, its sinister presence bearing down on them like an unbearable weight.

Another sharp swerve. The jeep lurched violently, and Y/N's stomach twisted as everything seemed to slow for a fleeting moment. Her gaze darted to the others, their backs hunched and gripping whatever they could to steady themselves. Though she couldn't see their faces, the tension in their bodies said everything-the same terror constricted all of them like a vice. Behind them, the centipede's grotesque silhouette loomed, its massive form devouring the dim light, a chilling reminder of their fragility.

The jeep bucked again, wheels spinning on the uneven ground as it fought for traction. Each jarring impact sent shockwaves through Y/N's body, making it harder to think, harder to breathe. The chaos swallowed everything but one singular thought: survival.

Through the haze, Y/N's blurred vision flickered as she struggled to steady herself. Her body was still reeling from the chaos of the jeep's violent swerving, but her eyes locked onto Tyler, his hair whipping wildly as he braced himself against his seat. Her heart raced in her chest, and her ears faintly picked up the sound of the door's latch clicking, signaling that the safety mechanism had engaged.

The warmth of Tyler's embrace, something Y/N never thought she'd feel, lingered even now. The memory of his soft, steady presence surrounded her, an anchor in the storm of everything that had just happened. She could still recall the feeling of his arms around her, her own breath ragged, her face wet with tears as she clung to him in desperation. It was the last touch, the last connection she had. And now, all of it was slipping away.

Then, the door's latch clicked open, pulling Y/N's attention back to the present. Her pulse spiked, her body tensing. She saw Tyler's eyes widen, panic flashing across his face as the reality of their situation hit him. It all happened so fast-a violent jerk of the jeep, his body slamming against the door, and then the force of the impact sent him hurtling out of the vehicle.

The world seemed to freeze in that moment. Y/N's breath caught in her throat. It was as though everything slowed down, and she was unable to comprehend what had just happened. Her heart thudded in her chest, too loud, too fast. Tyler... Tyler was gone.

"TYLER!!" Taylor screamed, her voice cracking in desperation, the rawness of her pain cutting through the night air. Her hand shot out, as if trying to reach him, but it was already too late. Tyler was slipping further away, vanishing into the darkness, his body consumed by the creature's unblinking eyes.

"Ashlyn, stop the jeep!" Y/N screamed, panic rising in her chest. She struggled to sit up, her mind racing. She needed them to stop. They needed to go back. They had to save him.