At a glance, Trip could tell their already substandard night vision had been spoiled by the explosion if the way they were blinking rapidly or rubbing their eyes was any indication, so he took the opportunity to spring back to his feet. Down the road he ran, thunder pounding in his ears, beating time with the triphammer that was his heartbeat. He was vaguely aware of T’Pol’s voice, but the overpowering (and distinctly alien) fear coursing through his veins made it hard for him to focus on anything but escape.
The sound of gas-powered engines snapped him out of the weird as hell brain meltdown, and Trip drew in a sharp breath the instant he realized that there were ATVs coming up the road. He skidded to a halt, glancing quickly in the direction he came – there were still a number of Ekosia
