Chapter 21:
Doyle found himself laid out and strapped down to a stretcher. The fog obscured the moon and stars, but he knew it was night. He found breathing hard and difficult not to cough, not because it would be impolite, but because the two-foot-long four-legged ant creature had cuddled up on his chest and seemed to be taking a nap.
His first urge was the scream bloody murder, but too many times, he witnessed what had happened to people who saw strange things. They ended up in some place locked in a room with their arms strapped to their sides.
“Are you all right?” Carl’s voice cut through the din of the men fighting the fire.
Unable to take his eyes off his chest, he waited for Carl’s face to move into his line of sight.
“Doyle, are you all right?” Carl’s face with the bandaged
