The sun was setting over the vast, barren wasteland signaling the end of another scorching day. A lone figure trudged through the dusty terrain, their footsteps heavy and determined. In the distance, a flicker of light could be seen on the horizon - a beacon of hope in an otherwise desolate landscape. This was it, the final stretch of their journey.
The sun was setting on the small town of Millfield, casting long shadows across the deserted streets. As Emily walked towards her house, she couldn't shake off the feeling that someone was following her. Her heart pounded in her chest as she quickened her pace, glancing over her shoulder every few seconds. Suddenly, a hand reached out from behind and grabbed hold of her arm.