And then she was breathing heavily, trying to slow her heartrate which had raced out of control, as the raptors clawed at the door and gnashed their teeth, and a man in a pilot’s uniform placed his palm over her trembling gun hand and lowered the pistol slowly. Then everything just broke inside her and the tears started flowing, as she threw her arms around him and sobbed almost violently, all the while thinking how good it was, how very, very good, to no longer be alone.
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“What,” she managed, after she’d finally settled down, “what’s going on? Do you know?”
He only shook his head, listening at the door, trying to determine if the raptors had lost interest. From the sound of it, or rather the lack of sound, they had. At least for the moment.
“It all happened so fast,” he said,
