Maya's POV

"What do you mean we're out of fuel?" I asked, my voice sharper than I meant it to be.

Andrew tapped the dashboard like that would magically fix things. "The light must've been on for a while. I didn't notice with everything going on."

I leaned back in my seat, exhaling hard. The car was parked at the side of a narrow road, surrounded by woods on both sides. Dark, thick, too quiet. No lights. No sound. Just shadows.

"Great," I muttered. "Just perfect."

"I'm sorry," Andrew said, ...