Just before dawn, the sound came.
It came from the direction of the coconut trees, from where the smoke had appeared earlier in the day.
Footsteps. Heavy. Slow. Like someone dragging something very heavy across the sandy ground.
SRET. SRET. SRET.
Then another sound followed. The sound of stifled crying, like someone trying to cry but having their mouth forcefully closed.
Eric immediately stood up, holding a makeshift wooden spear with his hands shaking violently. The tip of the spear wobbled as he couldn't control his fear.
"They're coming," he whispered, but his voice was barely audible as his throat was dry as sandpaper.
Sam tried to stand up, but his legs were still weak. Aurel immediately helped him up, both of their bodies trembling like leaves in a windstorm.
Bella and Layla
