“It’s human, oh my god, it’s human,” said Charlotte as the Jeep idled and the raptors clawed and bit at the cab.
“No, it’s not,” said Corbin. “I—I saw it clearly before we hit it. It’s ... it’s some kind of ... ape-thing.”
“But the spear, look at the spear!”
“It’s alive, whatever it is,” said Red. He tore his eyes away from the writhing form now laying some twenty feet from the Jeep and regarded them. “And I’m responsible.”
Corbin’s eyes lit up with realization. “Now wait just a damn minute ...”
“He’s right, Red,” said Charlotte. “You can’t go out there.”
Red turned and looked beyond her, through the back window. A glowing green exit sign could be seen at the far end of the aisle. Charlotte followed his gaze. “You better not be thinking what I think you’re thinking,” she said.
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