BIOLOGICAL SUPERCOMPUTER SYSTEM

Erik looked out at the sprawling park in front of him, taking in the sights and sounds of the bustling attraction. It was a vast expanse of lush greenery dotted with colorful flowers and towering trees that rustled in the gentle summer night breeze.

The park was filled with visitors, young and old, families and couples, all enjoying the many attractions that the place had to offer.

This place was a nature-themed amusement park, a mix of natural and amusement parks.

In fact, in the distance, Erik could see the glittering lights of a roller coaster and could hear the screams of excitement that erupted from the riders.

Nearby, a Ferris wheel slowly turned, offering a bird’s-eye view of the park and the city beyond. Erik could hear the music of an outdoor concert, with the lively sounds of a brass band and the singing of a talented performer carrying on the wind.

Several vendors were selling all kinds of snacks and souvenirs, both at the entrance and deep inside the place.

The sweet scent of cotton candy, popcorn, and roasted nuts filled the air, enticing visitors to indulge in a sweet treat. Children ran around with balloons and toys, happy laughter echoing through the park.

However, the part made of concrete didn’t span the entirety of the park, and most of it was just untamed nature; in fact, only a specific part of the place was illuminated by the lights; the rest was in complete darkness since the sun had already set.

“Let’s go in,” Erik said, and with that, he and the others rushed inside at full speed. It didn’t take long for them to reach the place’s entrance. There was mostly concrete there, and wooden buildings were made to blend in with the environment.

“Will we be able to get out of there?” Amber asked.

“We will,” Erik replied, and immediately he ordered the system to keep track of their position and make them go in the right direction.

Erik and his group darted inside, going past the entrance gate, their feet pounding against the concrete path as they ran at full speed. They weaved past benches and trees, their surroundings a blur as they tried to put as much distance as possible between themselves and their pursuers.

The kids saw couples holding hands, walking along the winding paths, and enjoying the serene beauty of the park.

Families picnicked on the soft grass, enjoying a dinner outside. Groups of friends huddled together, planning their next adventure or taking selfies to remember the day.

As they passed a couple who observed them running at full speed, the awakener could do nothing but wonder what they were thinking about them as they sped inside the place.

Floyd looked around in amazement as the group ran through the park, taking in the sights and sounds. “Wow, I’ve never been here before,” he says. “It is magical,” the young man added.

Mikey, who was running next to him, looked surprised. “Why not?” he asked.

Floyd shrugged. “I don’t know. My father always took me on trips outside the city, and we had everything we needed at home. I guess we just never thought to come here.”

Mikey nodded but was a little bit envious of Floyd’s wealth. “Yeah, I get that. I haven’t been to a lot of places either. Growing up, my family didn’t have much money, so we couldn’t afford to go on vacations or anything like that.”

As they continued to run, Floyd looked around at the attractions in the park. “I have to make a mental note of coming back here as soon as this situation ends,” he said.

Erik, who was running ahead of the group, glanced back at Floyd. “Glad you like it,” he says. “But let’s keep moving. We can’t afford to slow down like this and to waste our energy in small talk.”

Floyd was like that, always optimistic and joking often. The young man nodded and picked up his pace, running faster to keep up with the others.

As they ran further inside, they came across a pond, its calm waters reflecting the surrounding trees and sky. Ducks swam lazily in the water, and a small paddle boat could be seen drifting along the surface.

However, as they ran deeper inside, the scenery changed. The concrete path and the occasional lawns gave way to a dirt trail surrounded by tall trees that usually filtered the sunlight and cast dappled shadows on the ground, but for them at that time, it meant going inside a world of darkness.

The sound of running water grew louder as they approached a small artificial stream that cut through the park, its surface sparkling in the moonlight, but the kids were having trouble navigating through the forest. They had some torches, but using them was risky since, by doing so, they would basically tell the Mambas their position.

The trail wound its way around the stream, leading them past clusters of bushes and patches of wildflowers. Erik caught a glimpse of a playground in the distance, with a bright yellow slide and swings swaying in the breeze.

They rounded a bend and emerged into a clearing, where a large fountain stood in the center. Water cascaded down from the top tier, splashing into the pool below with a soothing sound.

The system kept giving him directions until he spotted a small bridge that crossed the stream on the other side of the clearing, leading to another trail that wound deeper into the park.

Without a word, he gestured for the others to follow him, and they dashed across the clearing. There weren’t people anymore this deep into the park since it was late, but he bet that this place would have been full of people during the daytime, regardless of how remote it was.

As they approached the bridge, Erik could see it was made of wooden planks, weathered from years of use. The stream below was shallow but fast-moving, the water frothing as it tumbled over rocks and logs.

Erik quickened his pace, urging the others to do the same. Britney winced with every step Gwen took, her ankle throbbing with pain every time it moved, but she gritted her teeth and kept moving.

They reached the other side of the bridge, and Erik veered left, following the trail as it wound deeper into the park. At the same time, Simone arrived inside the park and started searching for them; the problem was that it wasn’t easy.

The kids could only hear the rustling of leaves underfoot and the occasional hoot of an owl.

As the night grew darker, Martha began to feel uneasy. She couldn’t see more than a few meters before her, and the shadows seemed to move with every gust of wind. Every rustle in the bushes made her heart race, and she couldn’t help but feel like she was being watched.

The darkness of the natural park seemed to play tricks on her mind, making her imagination run wild. Every sound seemed louder, and every shadow seemed more menacing. Martha tried to calm herself down, recalling that she was in a relatively safe place now, but the fear lingered.

However, the young girl suddenly stopped in her tracks, gasping for breath. Her chest tightened, and she felt like she couldn’t get enough air into her lungs. She started to hyperventilate, her whole body shaking with fear.

Benedict noticed immediately and rushed to her side. He placed a calming hand on her shoulder and gently rubbed her back, speaking in a soothing voice.

“Martha, it’s okay. Just take slow, deep breaths. You’re safe, and we’re all here with you,” Benedict said.

Martha nodded frantically, tears streaming down her face. She tried to follow Benedict’s instructions, inhaling deeply and exhaling slowly. But her panic attack only seems to be getting worse.

“We are going to die. They are going to catch us; we can’t do anything about it.”

Benedict took a deep breath and tried a different approach. He kneeled in front of her friend and took her hands in his.

“Martha, look at me. You’re safe here with us. You’re strong, and you can get through this. Just focus on my voice and follow my breathing,” Benedict said, taking slow, loud, deliberate breaths. 𝒷𝒹𝓸𝓿𝓁.𝒸ℴ𝓶

Martha nodded, her eyes locked on Benedict’s. She tried to match his breathing, inhaling when he did and exhaling when he exhaled. Her breathing slowly began to regulate, and the panic attack started to subside.

Benedict held Martha’s hands, speaking to her in a soft, reassuring voice. The rest of the group stood nearby, watching with concern but giving the two their space.

“Fuck…” Erik said to himself. That situation wasn’t welcomed.

After a few minutes, Martha’s breathing returned to normal, and she started to relax a bit. Benedict helped her to her feet, and soon the group resumed their run, with Benedict’s hand firmly grasping Martha’s.

“Thank you,” Martha whispered to Benedict.

“Anytime,” he replied with a smile.