Once the car was parked, he stepped out onto the road, the gravel crunching beneath his shoes as he approached the discarded garbage bag. It lay there, muddy and soaked from the recent rain, looking disturbingly out of place amidst the natural beauty of the surroundings. But what captured his attention most was that the bag moved slightly, as if something inside was struggling to get out.
His heart pounded in his chest, each beat echoing like a drum in the silence that enveloped him. Taking a deep breath, he knelt beside the bag. Gently, he reached out, his fingers brushing against the slick surface. As he touched it, the bag jerked violently, causing him to recoil in shock. Summoning his courage, he peeled back the damp plastic with trembling hands.
