Chapter 43 Forty-three

I don't know how many hours we've walked, but I'm exhausted. The sun is setting, and we haven't arrived in vampire territory yet. We set off in the morning and traveled all day. I feel like we're walking in circles.
My legs ache with every step, my shoulders burning from the weight of my duffel bag. I spot a large rock ahead and make a beeline for it, dropping down heavily and letting my bag slide to the ground. My chest heaves as I try to catch my breath.
I pull out my phone—battery at fifteen percent, and show Anton the screen: Ekaterina, are you sure we're going the right way?