“Sherwin…” I call his attention away from all his rumblings.
From the entrance, the round object pops out of the ground. It seems like a bubble but in a more defined rainbow hue. When it touches the ceiling of the cave, it pops, showering the ground with a colorful fluid, but when it touches the soil, it sizzles as if it’s made of acid. From those small holes, bigger bubbles appear. Now, it's almost the size of my fist. The bubbles protuberate, bulging out and swelling from the ground. Every time, it creates a much larger bubble and when it pops, it creates a much larger hole in the ground.
“Sherwin!” I yell this time.
But Sherwin’s still inside his own world and worse, he’s covering his ears in despair. s**t! I face him and reach for his arm to remove it—let’s hope that the T-Rex won’
